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wonder

in the quiet stillness, i can do nothing but wonder where you are and if you’re thinking of me.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 06.17.2011 @ 12:33 pm

glowing

oh, to be glowing.
to be a ray of happy light, spilling onto others.
instead of a cluster of shadows, casting sadness upon everything.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 05.12.2011 @ 12:34 pm

executive

You are the chief operating executive of my own life.
though i might make executive decisions, You ultimately make them happen.
You also sign my paychecks. so thanks.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 03.30.2011 @ 8:48 am

approach

i never know what you’re doing.
even though you do.
you always do.
a slick step, a quick lip.
the heart skips a quick beat.
and i am lost in a sea of awkward confusion.
at least you’re here with me.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 03.23.2011 @ 7:11 am

bee

everything ended for you in a split second.
buzz, buzz, buzz, land.
with a bend of my elbow i crushed everything about you. your body. your mind. your past. your present.
your future.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 03.08.2011 @ 1:59 pm

tables

i wish i could have been in the temple when Jesus turned all the tables.
what a freakin’ BA.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 02.25.2011 @ 1:20 pm

flare

my coworkers at my old job used to call me “linds flare.” as in, a play on “lens flare,” a video effect used to transition between shots.

it was probably the coolest nickname i’ll ever have.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 02.16.2011 @ 11:37 am

chocolate

yesterday was valentine’s day. several women my age were huddled in a corner stuffing their face with chocolate, cursing the wretched holiday amidst their singledom.
all of it makes me ill. from chocolate to sadness.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 02.15.2011 @ 9:43 am

needle

hey you! yeah, you over there with the camel! think you can jump through this hoop?

» Posted By helen lindsay On 02.11.2011 @ 1:07 pm

coward

“coward” is the name of my all time favorite poem:

Bravery runs in my family.
– e.e. cummings

» Posted By helen lindsay On 02.09.2011 @ 2:05 pm

alarm

it sounds like an alarm in my skull. all of the banging and clanging is too much to handle. i pop a pill or five to drown out the sound, but all i get is limbs that turn to rubber and a stomach that turns to knots. why won’t it stop? it never stops. and all they can say is, “well, try THIS pill instead.”

» Posted By helen lindsay On 02.07.2011 @ 1:56 pm

darkroom

the only place on this earth where negatives can be turned into positives.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 02.02.2011 @ 12:47 pm

relatives

there are so few of you. you’re all huddled together by the coast, basking in the warm air and seabreezes.
we are an island, two hundred miles north, surrounded by brown leaves and tailgaters.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 01.26.2011 @ 11:55 am

recipes

not sure why, but when i got married i felt the pressure to be the best cook in the entire world. i was raised on hamburger helper and velveeta, but for whatever reason i thought i was a worthless wife for not knowing how to cook.
so i employed some helpful friends to teach me. i was given several recipes.
i can read them.
but that’s about it.
hamburger helper is pretty rad, though!

» Posted By helen lindsay On 01.18.2011 @ 2:04 pm

whim

the man who would end up becoming my husband moved here from chicago “on a whim,” he says.
though, was it really just a whim?
or was it part of a bigger plan? one that was planned for him long ago?
either way, i’m glad it happened.
and from here on out, whenever i feel like doing something “on a whim,” i always think it’s the best idea.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 01.14.2011 @ 1:21 pm

wake

everything is quiet except for that one sound. that one, persistent sound.
the sound of waking. the sound of the beginning.
nothing existed before, and anything is possible.
though dark and uncertain, the world is waiting. is mine.
is awake.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 01.12.2011 @ 11:33 am

phrase

a phrase can mean a thousand different things depending on the way you say it.
think about it.
for instance, the phrase “i love you” could mean so many things.
“IIIII love you.”
“i LOVE you.”
“i love YOU.”
i’m pretty sure i’ve been told that phrase so many times and interpreted so many different meanings.
i love you.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 01.04.2011 @ 1:04 pm

success

the opposite of failure.
i’ve had several successes in my life. but the weird thing is that i’m the only one who can’t see them. i’m the only one who never remembers them.
i wish i had a list of all my successes somewhere so i could grab it and use it as a shield against all the shame that comes from each of my failures.
there are oh so many.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 01.03.2011 @ 1:16 pm

split

i just cut and run.
i’m sorry.
i could have stuck around. i could have told you why.
but i just left. split.
right down the middle like the gash left in our past.
i’m sure you probably thought you deserved better
but you didn’t.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 12.30.2010 @ 1:24 pm

wishing

some say wishing is a waste. i don’t believe them.
i think most of my favorite life experiences have been wishes come true.
moving to london.
meeting the man of my dreams.
marrying the man of my dreams.
grace.
hope.
life.
love.
all wishes. all worth it.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 12.29.2010 @ 1:03 pm

tarnished

take the cloth and rub, rub, rub as fast and as hard as you can. you rub so fast and so hard that you actually start to believe that the tarnished bracelet you’re mauling could actually be returned to its pristine beginning, without blemish or darkness.
and then you realize that you’re just trying to rid yourself of tarnish on your own. you can’t.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 12.28.2010 @ 1:41 pm

lucky

there are some people who would argue that luck doesn’t exist. if i say to them, “you’re so lucky” they’ll stop me and say, “NO. i’m BLESSED.”
whatever.
lucky, blessed, fortunate, GOD’S FAVORITE, whatever!
just admit that your life is better than mine for a second and let’s move on. k?

i’m so very lucky/blessed/fortunate that i’m able to write whatever i want.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 12.28.2010 @ 7:35 am

alter

each decision can alter the entire course of your life.
like a car depends on one swift tug to a steering wheel in order to avoid a crash, your life depends on your choices.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 12.23.2010 @ 11:41 am

optimism

i can’t stand someone who’s optimistic all the time. i mean, don’t get me wrong. i think life’s great. MOST of the time. but all of the time? no. life sucks sometimes. let’s be serious, people. your father left your mother, you are the leftovers of a divorce. sometimes. JUST SOMETIMES. life sucks sometimes. admit it and move on.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 12.20.2010 @ 1:26 pm

stick

i can hear you crunch beneath my feet while i run through thousands of you. if i run fast enough, i’ll run away from what’s chasing me but i’ll never escape the sound of your pain.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 12.17.2010 @ 8:58 am

wrong

sometimes, everything feels wrong.
from my head all the way down to my wrong little toes.
my clothes are wrong. my car is wrong. my job is wrong.
my life is wrong.
but being right is within reach. just barely.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 12.15.2010 @ 11:43 am

sheets

between the sheets everything comes alive. the smell of you and me sets the whole room on fire. sliding, hiding, finding. hold on tight.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 12.15.2010 @ 7:59 am

willow

all i can think of is tree whipping its branches back and forth.

you know.

like WILLOW smith.

today is a writing fail for sure.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 12.07.2010 @ 12:45 pm

admit

i must admit that i’m pretty ashamed my first attempt at this is “awaiting moderation.”
i think it’s because i cussed.
freedom of speech, am i right?!

» Posted By helen lindsay On 12.06.2010 @ 9:46 am

i have to admit, i’m completely a mess.
every time this happens, i wonder if i’m ruining everything around me.
outwardly i’m a fortress, a powerhouse to the people.
inwardly, i’m a crumbled mess with insecurities and. well. shit.
a whole bunch of shit.
i have to admit. shit.

» Posted By helen lindsay On 12.06.2010 @ 6:44 am

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