Ive gotten used
To the bittersweet
Taste
Of being alone.
My pain no longer
Marked across my face,
Just
The warmth of rage
Consuming me with its
Embrace.
-Helen Lorane
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Ive gotten used
To the bittersweet
Taste
Of being alone.
My pain no longer
Marked across my face,
Just
The warmth of rage
Consuming me with its
Embrace.
-Helen Lorane

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I asked for
Diamonds..
But
All I got was
Bleeding
Rage.
-Helen Lorane
Sometimes we
Spend so much time
Running from
Danger,
We don’t see the pit
Of death laid
Out before us..
-Helen Lorane
I embraced you with sisterhood,
You
Embraced me with
Villainous intent...
-Helen Lorane

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I cannot hold
These chains anymore,
Out of breath,
Body sore,
My heart will not
Bare this
Anymore.
This life I’ve lived
Never mine
collections of
Sorrows ,
Gifted unwillingly
By time.
27 years
Lost ,
wiping tears
Of others
With a consoling hand,
burdens now
Mine…
Constantly stuck
In repeated time
Wishing for a second
Maybe,
I’ll be selfish next time,
And hold myself
Just a bit more gentle
Next time..
-Helen Lorane
— Enzo Silon Surin
We make sacrifices in order to keep the peace. We deny our truest selves, instincts of human nature. We hide the animals hidden deep within, Speaking with our monsters in desperate times of solitude... Where there is room for love, also lives Hate. The decision left to the things our monster creates.
-Helen Lorane
When did she start believing
She’s worth nothing?
How did the little girls
Dreams wash away?
Left on an empty shore,
Withering in denial,
Drenched in questions of love.
Trying to remember
What it means to
Dream..
-Helen Lorane

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Without you,
I forget how to love
Myself..
Without you,
I am nothing..
-Helen Lorane
Is it to much to ask,
Simply to be understood…
It’s all I crave.
In the water’s reflection,
A stranger I see,
A lingering shadow of who I used to be.
Dreams so vivid, never to return.
Faded and grey
My soul has floated away.
Paths I walked, overgrown,
Full of decay.
Tripping over fears and doubts,
Of leftover threads
I’ve sown.
A vivid spark put to rest,
Lonely, lost in darkness
Out of sight…
By Helen Lorane
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Everyday brought back to reality ....
In the garden of trust, where promises bloom, two hearts once danced, dispelling the gloom. laughter and secrets, shared in the night, a bond so strong, it felt just right. But shadows crept in, whispers of deceit, a friendship once golden, now bittersweet. promises shattered, shards beneath bare feet, the echo of betrayal, hard to overlook a lesson in trust through tear-stained eyes impossible to evade, a void in my life, where your presence once sang, confronted with pain.
By Helen Lorane