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Six: Envy

Posted on March 8, 2016 by Helen

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My eyes oh so green
glitter outwards
surveying all
just beyond my grasp
Yet others have what I would have
It cuts so deep within
as I wait
without

Dare I question
the decisions of the world?
Do others see
more clearly than I?
Must I sit on the sidelines
never called to the game?
What do others have
that I do not?
To me we seem the same

So am I here to blame
for envious thoughts
and dreams of deeds
that overpower the world entire?
Within my soul this fire
drawing to me now
what is long denied
And even if
the heavens cried
I’d want it now
I’d want it now
And more besides

Posted in Fire | Tagged competition, desire, Envy, poetry, seven deadly sins, wanting, yearning | 2 Comments

Five: Wrath

Posted on March 1, 2016 by Helen

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This darkness arises
From my rage
Distilled as this form
Black winged
Red eyed
Slavoring beast
You are me
In unearthly form
I know this is true

So how must I welcome
This terrible host?
Divine or diabolic
Through this mirror dark
I see it rise
As though I could slake
My thirst for revenge
On the tips
Of its respondent wings

Is this my face
When a human artifice
Is shed from my skin
And my trembling white bones?
Or is this just me
In extremis
As wrath
Devolving to one singular
Aspect of being
That I might know myself
For but one moment
Before the Fall?

Posted in Fire | Tagged anger, beast, dark, Demon, divine, poetry, rage, self identity, seven deadly sins, wrath | 2 Comments

“Color Me In Cyanide & Cherries” – The Book

Posted on February 29, 2016 by Helen

A new book from a wonderful poet now available!! 🙂

Color me in Cyanide and Cherry

lulu-02 “Colour Me In Cyanide & Cherries” is my first book of poetry and it is finally ready to roam the world.

I am heavily pondering about what to write about it, accustomed to most of my readers already knowing what poems are in here, when and why were they written and so forth, so I am having trouble finding the way that could perfectly describe what the poems are about to a traveler, a roamer, a stranger.

Most of the poems from this blog are included in the book, some I skipped, some I added. The book is,for now, only available as a print book. I feel incredibly bad charging for anything(even more so when the available platforms mandate a hefty price in order for the writer to earn anything at all), especially for an e-book, since,like I mentioned, reading through this poetic haven of mine is like reading this book…

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Four: Sloth

Posted on February 22, 2016 by Helen

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I cannot study anymore
I know the games
I know the score
I feel that I
Must sleep instead
To drink the potions
Of the dead

The pomegranate seeds are nice
A perfect flavour
For our device
Down within
The beast I dwell
I’ll sleep my sleep
And wake in hell

My energy has bleeded out
I care not what
This world’s about
Let knowledge flee
It has no balm
I’ll rest instead
In sleep’s warm arms

Posted in Air | Tagged death, Dreams, Hades, poetry, pomegranate, seven deadly sins, sleep, sloth | 2 Comments

Three: Greed

Posted on February 15, 2016 by Helen

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If I take it all
It is not enough
If I leave the scraps
I will feel short changed
All the dollars glide
Up into my eyes
To leave even one
Is to be deranged

I no longer sleep
Ravaged by the need
Someone gets ahead
If I stop to dream
Till this race is won
Till I am the one
I will play the game
Nothing as it seems

I will draw it in
Underneath my skin
Let it all begin
Only what I’ve been
Only what I’ve been

Posted in Fire | Tagged ambition, competition, dark, desire, driven, greed, money, poetry, seven deadly sins | Leave a comment

Two: Gluttony

Posted on February 8, 2016 by Helen

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I will not choose
I will consume it all
Dark or light
Dull or bright
I’ll take it all

I need the taste
The wicked true delight
There’s none for you
It’s not for two
This shines too bright

It is too much
But I want all the sweet
Such a taste
Won’t go to waste
It’s just my special treat

I will not choose
I will consume it all
Dark or light
Dull or bright
I’ll take it all

Posted in Earth | Tagged chocolate, choice, desire, food, gluttony, hunger, poetry, seven deadly sins, sweet | 5 Comments

One: Lust

Posted on February 1, 2016 by Helen

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Strawberry delight
I consume you
All electric
Unbidden and unconquerable
Let me surrender
To waves of pure energy
You move inside of me
Above and over me
And I’m consuming you
As you’re consuming me
All over beauty
In the night

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged Beauty, desire, ecstasy, Love, lust, poetry, seven deadly sins | 5 Comments

Precious

Posted on January 24, 2016 by Helen

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Precious and delicate
Newly born
Sensate and aware
Language still
A distant prayer
Who are you there?

You need shelter
An understanding host
A kindness that
Is blind to all
That’s alien
In your sweet form
And how you’re born

Difference
Is just a cloak
A disguise that hides
Essential similarity
Beneath this skin
A living thing
Like us to see

Precious and delicate
Every breath you draw
Is a miracle
Upon these shores
So far from home
A creature new
Too new for this
Cruel world to see

Posted in Earth, Poetry | Tagged alien, birth, cruel, fragile, kind, misunderstood, new, precious, shelter, Unknown | 2 Comments

Mystery Road

Posted on January 21, 2016 by Helen

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I followed you down this mystery road
Early morning the grey of the light
was the sun battling moon
And the frost and fog of wonder
settled on my resolute form
as I followed in your steps

The preternatural ambience
was a cloak upon my shoulders
I was a weary traveller although
my journey had just now commenced
I followed you although I did not know
a reason why, except I said
I said I would, like promises made
too late in the night to every make sense

And who were you on this mystery road
dark traveller just out of my sight?
I followed in your footsteps bright
to a morning I could never see
with eyes accustomed to my world
this other place and your other face
floating back to gaze at me

I shall never return, the way I’ve gone
is burnt out behind me and disappears
within this mist that swallows all my fears
and makes me brave through innocence
I know my words make little sense
but still I follow, never free
from this strange place and your strange face
floating back to gaze at me