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  Sep 2017 helena alexis
shåi
we are
born from
love

and from
love
we are born

love is
part of who
we are

that is
why we
dont stop

to seek it

this world
corrupts
our beautiful
idea of love

it is up
to us
to find love again

amidst the darkness
  Sep 2017 helena alexis
shåi
his words
clung to me
as if it was

sticky maple syrup

i loved the
way he
mixed his words and

sentences

and
the way they blended so
effortlessly

i loved
the warmth
his syrup drew

the slight hint of happiness
in his words

his word-filled
syrup
used to be my rarity

before it had
become my continuity


(b.d.s.)
  Sep 2017 helena alexis
Timothy Ward
a flutter of wings
there is a chill in the air
the nest is empty
While at first read this may appear to be about parents confronting children growing up, this is a tribute to the passing of my mom. She passed away in Feb at age 46 quite unexpectedly after a brief illness. I got to spend the last 6 months with her - especially the last 6 weeks at the hospital bed (our NEST). She is gone now, and my nest is empty...and I am as much at a loss as a parent who has lost a child - if that makes any sense!
helena alexis Sep 2017
im surrounded by fake

i thought they were my friends
instead they took a knife
and stabbed me

not once,
not twice,
not three times,
multiple times

and yet I still
gave them a chance
every
single
  time

- surrounded by fake
currently friendless bc ppl are so fake
helena alexis Sep 2017
individuals spot her from a distance
sliding down the polished pole,
licking her cherry glossed lips,
she was a sweet beautiful sinner

lonely sad girls aspire to be her
wishing they had the confidence
hungry men with lust filled eyes
contemplate towards sleeping her
but never act on their impulsions

this is her bitter reality
at only eighteen
she has seen things
no young girl
should ever see

- she is a ruined soul

— The End —