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I close my and think of her
for my darling, I'm missing her an empty feeling deep  Inside that never seems to go away now a year since
she's been
gone

But If she only could lay her hands upon me again
to feel her loving touch
that I miss so very much
since my darling past
away so much pain since she's been
gone

If only I could taste again the sweetness of Helen's lips and the passion of her kiss place again my hands upon Helen lovely
******* to smell again her sweet perfume

I close my eyes and see Helen standing there arms
held out Oh my God how beautiful she does looks how long to hold her again In my arms to kiss the sweetness of her lips all but a dream now I'm finding myself waking from
Dreams of Helen so real I didn't want to come back
to realities, I pray to fall to dreams of Helen but not to wake upon the morning light
that would be the choice for me
Z 6d
22
"wake me when you leave" she says
she sleeps, i watch her breathe
i wait, i write, i look at her
and grin in disbelief
I didn't know it
Until i said out loud
As much as you actually broke my hurt
You helped me through
My depression
Or at least
Know that my sadness
Wasn't meaningless
I had to get over it
Yeah i learned it
The hard way
My heart ached through it
But it was a lesson
I had to learn
To wake up
To know i have to get up
And get my heart broken
Everyday
I have to live
To feel
To cry
To do something
Even it will hurt me
But at least I'll learn from it
.20.Jan.2019.
-YH
Skywlkr Feb 5
I Like To Hide Away From the Fact I Will See Anougher Day,
I Would Rather Just Live in The Same Old One So the Thoughts Of Tommorow Are Gone,
No Anxiety Of,
"do I need to wake up again"
No Anxiety Of,
"Hoping My Tears Will Show Restrain, For I am Tired Of This Train,
Speeding From My Mind To My Heart Me and the Days Should Stay Apart Around People I Fell Like a Lingering **** so I'm Out Of there like a Dart.
For Once Again I Am so Sleepy I need my rest I Hope Tommorow Won't Follow Me.............
So much I wish to share about my experience with Anxiety I barely sleep I really really hate sleep because when I wake up I sometimes cry I hate sleep because I'm scared I will wake up again
Johnny walker Jan 31
I Can't wait for the buds to return to the trees snowdrops and daffodils and the warmth of the
sun
Birds returning back here from Africa to sing their morning wake up
call to build their nests to raise
feed their young oh how I long for the returning summer to put away the winter clothes
For now, I'll sleep away the
winter days to wake again
on that beautiful first spring morning
Awaiting the buds to reappear the trees snow drops daffodils
the first day of spring birds singing their wake up call
At
night,
I can't sleep.
In the
morning,
I can't wake up.
What is wrong with me?
I think that
my mind is a little
messed up.
It's true about me
I knew i was making
A mistake
A huge one
Going through all that
For just a guy
Is ******
Everyone told me that
I just didn't wanna listen
I was distracted
I needed that
But not anymore
Time to wake up again
And leave
Before i break my own heart
Again.
-Oy
.20.Jan.2019.
Johnny walker Jan 21
Whilst laid on my bed
I'm closing my eyes on today because Its one
those days, I don't want
to see nothing so far has gone right for
me
With only one thing to do close my eyes sleep my troubles away In hope I wake to a better day when  my ability to cope hopefully will be
better
A bad day today so Im going to sleep It away In hope I wake to a better day
Ken Pepiton Jan 20
The son of Jung, Achilles

(This is after and during a second or third time through
Jung, by Anthony Stevens, via Hoopla brought to me by LAPL)

libraries with online audiobooks,
isn't that closer to perfect? Imagine
knowing CG Jung's dad was Achilles Jung,
epic, knowing that
back when only real, material-real, rich folk,

(they could not have known, but we can, on a smart phone)

of any sort of the many there were in the co-fusion's aftermath

much of the world may agree with things once hidden in tomes
being eaten by mindless worms, now

no known thing is secret, by right

truth makes free and it's a system.

dynamic
free true free true free

We ident-ify it or id

what ever I and d


these ids (letter i and letter d as a pre
fix identifying us, u'n'me but only I am re-alified,
set to iseate

(is-e-ate is individuation for an idea, this or that, which may be verbalized
prior to re-alization)

t' be for a while, as long as you wish, t'
be fixed ideas in the minds of all

minds culturally touched
by this particular
point of
been
as
in been there done that.

Time is nothing at all
like mortals think
ing no no nothing is re

alone is rare. For us, my pieces of the unum,

we are here as ever.
ever is our role.

guides are made
however, we have noticed a scarcity of read writers
aware of pin points of light expanding

on the walls of his nursery window, nur turer, real mmmmm

screen
really must we be limited forever is ly lying as in

acting positive while being negative and being

entangled
in your self for ever, never for now,

you don't know how.

do you?
ex
per
ienced, per se, are ye?

be yond. yes. be

yond. practice makes perfect, bact to the top

erie canalic real

tote that veil, hide that barge
camptown lasies sang some songs

wrong, as did the ******* minstrels
and gamblers and bedroll
cowboys and hobos
and plain bums,
like us.

You were curious. Does yellow mean anything
to you?
Murrillo, with y's for ll, maybe? ¿ se?

--- un told stories ---

none remain, in re al ity, if we agree

nothing is ever impossible, even
for sapiens sapiens, how much
more, the us in the unum

previously pluribus,
scatter-brained,
that is.
id est, at its best. Muse.

Homeostatic balance,
hot to cool, cold to warm

round and round
twisted in the middle
by Van Allen's belt, or Orion's?

I never asked. I could,
right now I COULD WISH SO BAD THA I'D

not notice allcaps from the teenage wasteland,
(mea culpa, I bury all my misses there, take one, free)
as I,
the grown up number two, I mean,
I was saying I could stop this flow, interefer, dam it

I could ask Google and follow ath
the real thing either real or
otherwise, yet

wise, still.

How well will we be? Should we not

agree, un agree disperse the mob?

become a one, with a mind
we may share, at will,

reason, count, measure, make, see, seek how, find how, learn how

now,
why are you a ware of me while I am
ware of you.

An unread, unspoken spell. What the ****, right?
What the chaos, entropy, dis
integrate
wash away, mud to dust to twisting spirtis seen dancing

dust, this highest part of the dust of the earth,
time will tell, the physician must heal himself.

---
the art of letting things
haps
hap
pen, pen or ready-writer mode,
we can do this, but we must

be leaving the ality re all o'this reality.

And it has been fun, un done
fun is never the final goal.

be yond that. Search okeh. It was
intentended in tension-ality

to be the key we
as u me mist

when we
lied about being
experienced in the comunicito, (wee ity bity)
do you know of
the transfiguration, I was asked that

southside of Sunset at Laurel Canyon, by
that TV kung fu cowboy guy's dad,
Carradine, the old man,
from scary movies,
circa 1960.

that was fun. it happened. nobody noticed,
but me and the elder Carradine.

Real, as best as my memory just
ifies me right there,
that day, there
is where

this point was proven to be
memorable, a point
of a pin, 'pon whose head
merry messengers make nothing of
darkness, shadow, thin light.

Member be, re member
we see you saw
re all ity-ness is fun, if you find time to do it.

Typical assumptions of a man born in his time
and so
cial class. Social, is that a joke?

Follow me, don't be ignorant of a fine refined use,
right use of ordinariable words which have
born the burden of the ages

patiently, awaiting meaning,
on your scale,
the me as sure of the other in the unem,
the measure of a man, any
old man, still standing

under all the knowing Eve ever knows,
hope and time and all this took.
The price of knowing,
is the knowing, learning is easy

At home by right of being, we are such
beings, in a word, two if you reason there is
measurable ratio twixt
iiii in and am out, yamiyam ah yeh

we do. Allatimenolie, my will. The inside
the numinosity of being

me and you in the midst of all we may imagine real,

no, ****, yesses, **** is still a joke you never want to play.
ax Mr. Boo, he was my guide in Bangkok

read the reports, they are more,
nevermind, let's not let the

lie live here. the the right man thinking this thought
at this time, right

Each magi's knowing is the only knowing he can share,
without playing I pious fraud and naming it
legion, re
legion ligated to ob la dee and dah?

Joke, jest, foolish jest. Not my best but better'n
never imagi-ing  bein' good at all.
Good for nothing but
being possible
ly
good to the sense-if-ative troglodytes

with one lit window on reality. It's funny. POV. Seriously

lighten up
you putin me

beyond your grasp… winsome, alas
If it makes you feel, good, y' know. 's all I got, fer now.
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