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Opposites Attract

Posted on November 18, 2013 by Helen

English: Protons and electrons are attracted to each other because they have opposite charges. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I do not believe
That opposites attract
We like what reminds us
Of the people that we want to be
In moments we can still believe
We are

I walk alone
Do not desire extroverts
Their energy so wild
And cavalier it almost hurts
I like a quieter type
Like me

I’ve never found
That opposites are drawn
Like magnets in each other’s field
In fact I’ve seen it oft revealed
The sparks that fly are darker
Than love could ever be

Why do they say
That opposites attract?
Just scientific energy
Of physical polarity
It isn’t what we want to be
It isn’t what we are
By far

Posted in Air, Poetry | Tagged attraction, desire, magnetic field, magnets, Musings, opposites, passion, polarity, Relationships | 11 Comments

That morning you did not look like you
Your body was much broader
And your eyes a different hue
No clarity and no order
Where once you were a gazelle
You seemed so much the bear
I nearly passed unknowing
Nearly didn’t see you there

Do you know you’re a shape shifter
Is it by accident or design?
Do you wear the shapes like fashion
Sometimes coarse and sometimes fine?
Or is it all beyond your knowing
Feeling alien some days
When you see the ones you care for
See you approach but look away?

Posted in Earth, Poetry | Tagged alchemy, dark, delusion, madness, memory, Musings, shape shifter, Shapeshifting, truth | 16 Comments

Backstage Affair

Posted on November 17, 2013 by Helen

Pierrot (Photo credit: Sant-Davalos)

Pierrot is crying
For Columbine
The lost carnival
In deep spring time
It’s greater than love
But lesser than care
This backstage affair

Columbine weeps also
For poor Pierrot
He travels too deeply
Where vagabonds go
The moment most needed
She found him not there
This backstage affair

The crowd has gathered
To follow the show
They demand of performers
All gifts to bestow
Pierrot bows too deeply
Kissing Columbine’s hair
This backstage affair

Posted in Poetry, Water | Tagged backstage, Carnival, Columbine, lost love, Love, Musings, pain, passion, performers, Pierrot | 4 Comments

Beige – for Prompt 30 – Colour

Posted on November 17, 2013 by Helen

Desert (Photo credit: Moyan_Brenn)

Beige is the colour of guilt
Cream white besmirched by dirt
A half-hearted hue,
it is dull dismay left over
drying on a concrete floor

Maroon the colour of regret
Blood soaked purple lost
like something decaying
in the wake of sad mistakes
we cannot evade or forget

Grey rises slowly as doubt
A rain-soaked sky,
bleeding clouds that waft
without purpose, only blotting
out indifferent sun

Ochre is the result of days
lost in this desert
We are baked and steeped in a past
half painted and half lived
Carrying our sins to lie in wait
for blessed vultures to descend

For mindlovemisery’s Prompt 30 – Colour, at : http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2013/11/17/prompt-30-color/

Posted in Earth, Poetry | Tagged Beige, belief, choice, Color, dark, dismay, doubt, grey, guilt, maroon, Musings, ochre, Philosophy, prompt, rgret | 13 Comments

Speckled

Posted on November 16, 2013 by Helen

“ŒUFS” (Eggs), illustration by Adolphe Millot from Nouveau Larousse Illustré [1897-1904]. See key below for details. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Like a speckled egg
Not quite the best
Not quite the perfect one
I grew
Freckled skin
And height before my time
Blemished without cause
Just in the weave of me
A speckled egg
An oddity

Like a speckled egg
Not popular
Not quite within the gang
I hurt
Damage done
Went deep within my soul
Always to feel lesser
The speckled egg
No treasure

The speckled egg
No treasure

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged acceptance, Aspiration, Beauty, belief, dark, identity, insecurity, self worth, self-image, speckled, ugliness | 23 Comments

Le Poseur

Posted on November 16, 2013 by Helen

Fashion in Amsterdam (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You live in fashion magazines
Your calling card is arch
You play extremes as though they’re subtle
Positions weird and uncomfortable
Accessorised to near extinction
A creature of such faux distinction
We follow as you march

They call you ‘le poseur’ my dear
You wear the name with pride
Let them eat cake you once would say
They’re good for nothing but give-aways
As though your self-made identity
Was worth much more for truth is free
And you cannot be denied

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged belief, choice, delusion, dissociation, fashion, fashion victim, madness, Philosophy, poseur, posing | 4 Comments

Beautiful Stranger

Posted on November 16, 2013 by Helen

MOON (Photo credit: Nick. K.)

Beautiful stranger
Under this opalescent moon
Don’t go away so soon, so soon
Beautiful stranger
With pale icy skin
Don’t leave me now
As this night’s drawing in
Don’t wait too long
For such games to begin

Beautiful stranger
Teeth so sharp and white
See how you stalk and see how you bite
Beautiful stranger
Breath lost on a sigh
Don’t turn away now
Don’t say goodbye
Can’t you see I’m waiting
Just waiting to die?

Beautiful stranger
I languish and I yield
Drunken perfection, I drink your appeal
Beautiful stranger
Here in the park
I’ll be your friend now
Welcome the dark
Let me sail away now
Let us embark

Beautiful stranger
Blood red you sigh
Can’t you see I’m waiting
Just waiting to die?

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged Aspiration, beautiful stranger, choice, cruelty, dark, death, dissociation, Dreams, Love, madness, Opalescence, pain, passion, vampire | 9 Comments

Feeling Wicked

Posted on November 15, 2013 by Helen

I could see you were feeling wicked
Your eyes were glittering jewels
You softy stroked the water
Languorous by the pool
The heavy black eyeliner
You used to such effect
Your evil is precision
There’s nothing you neglect

I could see you enjoyed the wicked
The curve of smirking smile
The smoky voice and humour
Your weapons to beguile
And soon your devastation
I gather we will know
But for now it’s your dark secret
Too delicious yet to show