Helen Vorst

Helen Vorst Poems

Actually this lines are responding to Gesse's Steppenwolf. I was not impressed very much with the book but they say that the thing you was second ago may differ from what you are right now just because you have had a thought, have read a line, have seen a pictire...
From the other hand, i always was attached by the thought of how it must ache to see some different person inside you.
Chaotic explanation =)
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Gazing at the moon,
Sitting like in swoon,
Wanted to be reach, extended, fast
But cowardly swallowed behind window's glass,
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I've seen you crying all that long night,
Tears like huge bugs went out from your eyes -
I even do not now reason why. There is allways reasons for
And every day adds more and more.
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Whatever you say - i take it,
Whenever you smile - i answer,
And if that song will not remind me.
I even will not have to lie:
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It is getting cold
Yellow leaves fall.

Pale with sick, sun creeps cross the sky,
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A couple of years ago
On Cristmas there was snow
And I could catch sun in every puddle I went by near
Then I was young, was certain - and I believed in the ideals.
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When idle time is running free,
Slow rain outside clears what i see,
Your best song lyrics doubt reality,
I'm a feeling mess in the world of high-fidelity...
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There are many jewels in life
Which're nobly hard, their glow is bright
But along there are some proved mistakes
No quality of masterpiece, just grievous fakes.
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The Best Poem Of Helen Vorst

Splited Personality

Actually this lines are responding to Gesse's Steppenwolf. I was not impressed very much with the book but they say that the thing you was second ago may differ from what you are right now just because you have had a thought, have read a line, have seen a pictire...
From the other hand, i always was attached by the thought of how it must ache to see some different person inside you.
Chaotic explanation =)


I'm on the edge again
Get hysteria twice per day
Sooth myself with meds and lie
Pleased with not-sudden thought of suicide

Nor I bring flowers
To the tomb of my choked off love
Neither I broke with friends
And bleeding soul I do not have

I just don't know how i have my poor self divided
Onto hundreds ugly stumbling, sweeping things
One of them are playing jujes, the second are offsiders,
The cruel saints, black-blooded swans and beggar kings

They cloud
They crowd
My head
They'd got me dead

They took my sleepy sun
Of happy ignorance
Can't stop hear them shout
They'd wear me out

I've lost what for I've been so long
I stand in dirty snow and ash
On my mad planet that's going
To break up into trash

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