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Best Poems Written by Nelson Helwig

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Your Beautiful

You’re beautiful to me;
Your smile, 
your laugh, 
even your deafening silence is beautiful to me.

You simply being you is something I love to see,
 something I love to embrace,
 and something I love to hear.

I wish I was able to call you mine, 
embrace you in a warm blanket of love and reassurance, 
and though I still can, 
it doesn’t convey the feelings I have for you. 

though I know they have to be condoned, 
something I have to keep off to the side, 
essentially on the back burner.

I wish to show you how you should be treated, 
how I want to treat you, 
yet I’m not aloud, 
There’s an invisible barrier that I can’t cross.

 I will still love you, regardless of what happens, 
because for now, 
our souls are intertwined in something that I can’t untangle. 

So for now,
 you shall be tangled 
within my soul.

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Nothings New

Nothings new.

Everything is the same,
My rhythmic breathing,
My constant talking,
My repetitive walking,
My endless routine of functioning.

Nothing has changed,
Instead it’s a constant loop repeating itself.

Though they say history will repeat itself, 
and without a fail,
It always does.

But history tends to repeat in different fonts,
Different selections,
Different words.

Though it seems fate has decided to finally repeat my history,
Sitting there gingerly with a book in her hands,
Flipping through the pages gently, 
like the breeze on a fall day.

She reads the pages with a gentle gaze,
Watching the trauma and grief ensue upon my life,
Yet she does this for a reason.

She thinks this will teach me,
Teach me what I need to know,
And what I need to learn.

Though I’ve been told not to challenge her,
I can’t deal with a constant loop of endless struggle and despair.

Instead I shall expand from her worn pages,
and create my own book,
My own hand turning the pages and dictating my life.

I’m done playing the puppet in her show,
For now I shall control something that should have always been mine.


~ N

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False Fantasy

When I am inside reading,
All my mind drifts to is how I  should be living that story.

When I am outside living that story, 
All my mind drifts to is how someone else has already lived that story.

When I read about fantasy, 
I think I should return to the crude face of reality.
When I'm in this crude reality, 
I think I should let myself indulged into an endless world of fantasy.

I strive to swim up to the horrid face of reality, But I sink down into the warm fantasy bliss.

In the late evenings of summer, my eyes quanked with exhaustion, I used to tell myself,

For every moment you stay awake to dawn in this blissful fantasy, the more you fall into the false reality you create.

I often think to myself,
Do I truly belong here?

But, over the endless fantasy's I get myself lost in,
I've come to learn to say thank you, to everyone, and everything I come across, with every breath I take when I wake in the morning, and my last breath before succumbing to a restless slumber.

I will be thankful,
For when my last breath comes before me.
For all the story's I lost myself in,
And for all the people I've met.

All the things I wrote for myself, 
friends, and foes.

For even a mere moment,
I would have felt 
That I belonged.

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Storm

And in the middle
Of my chaos,
Was you..

You were the eye of the raging storm,
The tranquility with soft lullabies and soft caresses.
You were the one that calmed me,
Despite the thunderstorm outbreaks, or the tidal waves that crashed against you,
You stood by me,
The brick wall I never could break, 
Couldn’t hurt.

But now, 
Now I see what I’ve done,
All the pain and agony i’ve caused you.

I never wanted to hurt you,
But you seemed so strong, 
I couldn’t resist but try and break you with my pain,
With my sorrow, with my guilt.
I threw my mistakes at you
 like it was a ball soaring through the air,
The mistakes unnoticeable until you really dug in. 

I didn’t know, and I still don’t.
I wish I didn’t make the mistakes I did, so you could see me as a better person,
But I’ve been through trial and error, 
Though it’s not an excuse.

I know I can’t be forgiven easily, 
If ever.
But if there is ever a chance, 
Please believe me when I say,

 I at least now know,
I’m sorry.