#helper
Often of a late,
I think a you in our ever,
and I wonder if you ever
think of those very best
only, so, it must be best,
we always make believe.
But when ever comes sooner
than expected, but not really,
we can remember spirits we tried,
we may recollect lofty conventions,
we shall realize an old untirable knot
yeah, we can work it out,
its jus' gnosisnots religmental
imagine **** Cheney's therapy,
getting ready to be remembered…
while Donald Trump presides
over all military related honors
and old Don knew some gnoshit depths
of the return on investment in torture.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 7:56 PM UTC
What is home, everyone knows
from experience or lack
or both, as I do
And still
I know what I missed
when I think about it
Not often, at last
I got my home
And still
I am the saviour, the angel
I have practised to be
from childhood
I hesitate at the old Christmas card
with me as a little angel, back then
when I got a cat as a present
Stars on my white dress
gilt-edged wings
and a halo
But unable
to definitely redeem
my family, their desires
Wounded, I crashed
bipolar between heaven and earth
between love and failure
May 28, 2023
May 28, 2023 at 3:51 AM UTC
In pain I labour and toil
for such is the lot of Man
The Helper comforts
not to take the pain away
but overflowing Spirit
revealing the ends
uplifting the Soul
into mysterious realms
of Truth, and Beauty,
and hidden things
Mar 21, 2022
Mar 21, 2022 at 9:54 AM UTC
Bigger that Xucha 🚀✨
Jojo Siwa 👩🎤✨
Tatiana, and Mr. Rogers 🎶✨
She creates her own legend 📓✨
Building children up 👶✨
Educating 🍎✨
People of all kinds of genres 📚✨
Turning all their pages 📖✨
Until she finds the current plot ⏰✨
Ready with her pen ✍️✨
To help them connect the dots \/\/\|\🖊
To view the bigger and smaller picture 🖼
With lots of love 💖✨
And pleasant thoughts 🌈✨
Jul 14, 2021
Jul 14, 2021 at 1:48 PM UTC
My name is Jammit Janet 🛼💖✨
I have my own educational planet 🪐✨
Where I can teach you about life and the Universe🌲✨
Rhymes, lines, poetry; verse 📝✨
How to align your time ⏰✨
To enjoy the you 🥳🎉💜✨
That you are right now ☝️💖✨
While we converse 💁♀️✨
For every moment is a chance to shine ✨
The bright light of hope 🔦✨
And destroy the wicked curse 🙅♀️✨
That lack of love 💔✨
Construes 🛠✨
Help restore 👩🔧✨
The faith in our own ability 💥✨
To heal and soothe our own souls ❤️🩹✨
Because in the end 🎬✨
We are all one ☝️✨
And as one ☝️✨
We all deserve to understand the feeling 💡✨
Of feeling whole 🌕✨
What it's like to truly be at peace 🧘♀️✨
Relax ☺️✨
Feel love 🥰❤️✨
Jul 11, 2021
Jul 11, 2021 at 10:04 PM UTC
Like a candle,you always brighten my each day,
you allowed to catch light ,as easily as a fire,
You taught me to reflect what you had teach me,
You taught me to share happiness like u share ur light to others,
You created a world for me ,when I was expecting nothing but a void,
You taught me to love rather than to hate,
But I never knew, u was melting away while you were trying to make me happy.......
Jun 3, 2021
Jun 3, 2021 at 6:52 AM UTC
Obsessive helper
Looking for the broken things
Mending them with tears
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 6:16 PM UTC
They warned me to watch for my hands because
I might cut them picking up the broken pieces of others.
They warned me to watch for my eyes because
after seeing their problems my sight would lose all it’s colours.
I believed good people were like candles
as they’d burn themselves out to give others light
I believed good people were like the dark of the night
as they'd be there to help the stars shine bright
My hands may be criss crossed with cuts and scars,
my eyesight dim, and in need of glasses
my body may be patched and riddled with burn marks
and I may have fallen into the depths of darkness
So often I believed that no one was there to help the helper
It was hard, and the map of 3rd degree burns and nicks
are a testament to my journey, my daily crucifix
But I think I’ve found the balance, the fine fine line
between madness and sanity. Between helping others and myself
I’ve learnt to shine brightly for others
like the moon, both light and dark
whilst not setting myself on fire
and still allowing others to shine stark
My eyes still see the wonder in the world,
my hands still craft joy, still tinker with happiness.
To you my friend, if you're anything like me,
know it's all worth it, and you will be helped, you will be found.
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
Yes, I was born a helper, the Elf,
Though thanks were left on the shelf,
Buddy the Elf is no fighter,
Smiling in peace makes us lighter,
Helpers find solutions, you see,
I am nice to people so nasty,
All I can say is, "Good for me!"
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 5:46 PM UTC
she tries so hard to please others
when all that matters in the end
is that she pleases her Heavenly Father
and brings glory to His name
all else will fall away
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 7:59 PM UTC
Never have I seen one as generous,
Nor one so abandoned as you in your darkest hours,
Never seen someone as noble as you,
Oh helper and hope of the lonely,
Where are you?
Where has your Light gone?
The sparks through which you guided us all,
The light that tore away the dark of our souls,
Your supreme sacrifices to which now I long,
My heart belongs only to you,
You taught me love and duty,
Then persisted that I remain humble,
One so pure, without, I could never be whole.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC
Knowing that it was my shoulder she cried on
Made me fall deeper in love with her
She trusted me with her pain and sorrow
I'm no savior, but for this one moment
I'm glad I'm here for her...
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 2:56 PM UTC
step right up to this broken machine
she'll take anyone
look at this queen
she's shiny and new with smiles so bright
every step she takes is light
her colours are more than a rainbow can boast
she has more than any
she has the most
they drift in the wind and fall from her fingers
her joy is infectious
she's contentment's dead ringer
this machine never stops
that's why its so popular
people will travel far
there is no other
none so dedicated to her job as this
she's a volunteer so surely she loves it
but a crisis strikes every once in a while
the machine won't admit it, she's in denial
but her colour store is personally supplied
if she told you it's abundant, surely she lied
this machine has colours she enjoys sparing
but to spend her whole life as this machine is daring
machines must be turned off
must be unplugged
this machine never does because help is her drug
she goes and she goes until she overheats
her colours start melting
they run through the streets
these runaway colours are scooped up and scrounged
meanwhile the machine is left on the ground
she rusts while it rains, there on the ground
no regard for the girl whose rainbow
seems to be gone
look how she lays so
curled up and crying but not from her loss
crying because her aid is the cost
with no regard for herself she whispers
"if I take a break, look at who suffers"
but the rainbow too must be regrown
it can only take time and care and sweet tones
encouraging words to let her know
she's not alone, she will never be thrown
from this world with contempt
because love exists
but love may not always come to you free
sometimes there is just one fee
it isn't much... just to ask
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
To be necessary is
to have purpose in essence.
Disavowed from senses
of contingent dependence.
Disallowed from connection
in simplest of form,
the necessary are
to be dead and too born.
Existing in realm
of support for all else,
with no reason at all
in helping themselves.
To be necessary is
to have purpose in essence;
contingency aiding
with iris virescent.
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC
I have read the poem you wrote for me late at night hundreds of times.
I read it when my mind is constantly doubting itself.
I read it when my eye sockets are continuously flowing waterfalls and I've been drained of my confidence.
I read it when I need it.
You see those little poetic words created by a beautiful mind are my reminders that I'm strong.
That this life is not as bad as it seems.
That I have what it takes.
When looking into your eyes I see a healer.
Somebody who fixes wounds with words.
A kid at heart who fixes minds with short phrases because he is to scared to encounter his own.
A healer who needs healing.
I'd like to thank you.
For creating a boost of confidence for me.
A beautiful piece of art that'll live in my head for years to come.
Something I can go back to without worrying it'll be gone when I get there.
I hope you find someone who can give you what you gave me.
Because I believe you need it too.
A boost of confidence that'll never fade.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC
Hail the hobo King sitting on his throne of
A stripped ford, engine no longer their
Dismantled of all that was worth a dime.
His subjects bring offerings of dinner trash
Food, fresh from the dumpster. Given to
Those of ill health and malnourished need.
He sits in clothes matted with his trails of
The moments his feet have hit the pavement.
Of life not as others had the chance to live.
He wandered the land every concrete jungle
Knew him as the hobo King, no crown gestured
His head, only the word, the word of mouth.
Settling disputes of those in homes of cardboard
Of wood and used plastic sheeting sheltering from
Those who would do harm and the relentless cold.
He wonders the streets, knows the secrets of each
City of the unseen spaces where those whom roam
Now lay. The vulnerable have a guardian a keeper.
Ignorance of those who do not see that which in
Doorways sleep, of huddled masses under bridges
Buildings to keep dry and an uneasy sleep.
He is the hobo king a crown of matted hair he
Wears, always does he have time for those
Less fortunate because he is one with the street.
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
What do I know about what has been taken from me?
It is dangerous any more at this age to sleep for very long,
as I may awake not even recognizing myself.
Some part of me leaves without my permission,
departs into its own journey each night--
perhaps into the stars.
What is left open in the empty space
where I have been ribbed and robbed?
It appears as a widening of flesh
that seems to resist closing,
a sacred wound from on high places,
carved with a determined and prosperous hand.
What returns to me?
How it arrives
is the same amount of mystery that was taken.
I see someone beside me,
outside of me,
who requests that we be added to each other--
a blend that only much deep sleep can provide.
This has come to me for help;
to help with what I once thought I needed
and for what I knew had been taken from me.
Now it is apart from me and stands beside me,
I awake with the pain of a blessed departure
that has stirred inside of me.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
Sitting in a crowded room,
everybody has something to say,
i try to tell a story but
nobody would listen.
At that moment when i try to raise my voice,
i just realise that am blocked out.
I sit alone in a crowed room and i wonder what my purpose is.
Much of a helper thats all i am,
much of a planner thats what i am,
so much of a listener and a talker when something needs to be solved,
but less than that am blocked out,
less than that am invisible.
Thats what i am
just less than that
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 5:46 AM UTC
I am tired.
Tired of feeling alone.
Tired of feeling unneeded.
Tired of feeling ignored.
You only talk to me
When you need help.
When you need advice.
I'll ask
'Hey how are you doing?'
-Silence
'Hey what are you doing today?'
-Silence
I am Sick
Sick of feeling useless.
Sick of feeling stepped on.
Sick of being spoken to
only when those around me need help,
For they know I will never turn down a 'friend.'
A 'Loved One,'
A 'Confidant.'
To whom do helpers turn in time of need?
In times of sorrow?
In times of panic?
What holds the mighty rock?
The rock that breaks the waves?
The rock whose sole purpose
Seems to be protection against the sea?
Who helps the rock?
When the ground begins to tremble
And open its mighty maw?
To whom do I turn?
On whom do I lean?
When I am Sick? When I am Tired?
Because I am Sick,
And I am Tired
And I am closed.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 3:53 AM UTC