Helena 2h
I'm a shameless liar
Thoughts
lost in translation
(Softly)
consumed by the fire
Trying to see through the haze
exhaling is dire
I was counting on you to find
My Telephone wire

But don't worry, love
Any words I could have said have been all said before
So sorry if I seem quiet tonight, love the trembling in my voice
Shaking lips and broken words
Are worth the itching in my tongue
Helena 5d
Crisp leaves fall down her spine
Shedding the youthful look
Of her once
Tangerine-tainted shine

Her body shreds but trunk keeps growing
Her hungry hands, unwilled, unknowing
look for the tang, the sweetness
She had once held between her thighs


Amidst the cruel winter
Thoughts invaded her spine
But she grew and grew till she
Outgrew her mind

What a wonderful thing
Time.
Helena Jul 29
The sun was dawning on her shoulders
but her spine, worn
did not feel the burn

Her tears dripped into the
sink
into the sponge
and the soap (lemongrass)
burned bruised hands
with the sting of lost hope

But Maria was  a wish
amid a crowd of stars
and those blissful days of
yore
beyond the shore
Were not as far

And after thinking for a while
she nodded with a smile
and the sun faded away
but she felt warm inside

her house.
Helena Jul 12
Life does not reward
Disregard
Or looking cool
smoking a cigar
When you look away
(Smiling)
No one's looking at you
(Darling)

You act so nonchalant
And spend so much time
Low-sweet-perfecting
(your speech)
You've forgotten what you meant
To say
Helena Jul 5
On the way  home
I saw a giant billboard
and it said
"being a millionaire is just a few
clicks away"
And through tainted windows
I saw millions
clicking away
and the drivers
angry at the traffic


and i wondered
if maybe we should
teach our kids
to count to one million
reasons to be alive
first
Helena Jul 4
Later,
when your eyes
start turning green
and the dawning sun
lays dead upon them
You will ask about my dream
And I will tell you

Later,
When words don't suffice
to fill the voided skies
Between worlds built
On separate minds
And then I'll try

Later,
When the rivers run too
High
And you no longer listen
Helena Jun 20
Take a jab at the sinner
Weeping in the corner,
lips pursed in fear
and knuckles bruised

Cut the skin of the bleeder
with the
Sounds of broken ribs
And ugly truths

(they were made just for him
In your workshop)
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