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What is Helium

About me - Alexis Jardin

I've always enjoyed writing as long as I can remember. my mother always encouraged me, she loved my writing. I decided to do something with my writing two years ago after my grandmother died. I had written a poem for her funeral and saw how it had affected

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Arts & Humanities > Who & What is Helium Helium writer autobiographies: 4 of 73
There was a time in my life where everything around me seemed hopeless. My parents were always fighting, my siblings ran amok and I followed whatever crowed would take me in at the time. The fear of falling hindered my ability to fly. The year I turned 14 we moved to Mill creek, Washington in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Breathing: 10 of 147
The world bright with color closing in, Just breathe. Your mind racing, sight becoming dim, Just breathe. The ground is breaking, pulling you down, Just breathe. There is no escape, no door nor window to be found, Just breathe. There is a light glowing faint, Just breathe. Walk past your demons, your soul no longer ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: This life: 7 of 96
I gave up everything to come here, knowing I wasn't ready to face everything I fear. The world was big and scary, pain and death was nothing, like I'd seen on Tom & Jerry. High school never prepared me for all the problems I've had to face, there is crime, scams and poverty all over the place. Even the schools try to take... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Flowers: 19 of 163
Hush now my little flower, Please sleep tight while you grow, Don't worry 'cause I'll be here for if you wake, Sleep tight my little girl, Your beautiful don't you see? When you're a big girl, You'll be more beautiful then me. Little Lily, oh so pretty, Little Lily itty bitty, My little Lily, My pretty baby: Lily. ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My soul: 8 of 58
Sometimes I feel as though I am Soulless. I stare into the mirror and see Empty, hollow eyes looking back at me. I can't help but wonder if I am nothing more than an empty shell... A woman named Whitcomb believed that a person's spirit will leave their body if they give up, leaving it open for wondering souls to inhabit... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: To my father: 4 of 29
Screaming pain, tobacco chew, these are the only memories I have left of you. So long ago you left us confused and alone, not a letter, e-mail or even a call by phone. I can't say that i miss you, can't say that I really care, you left us here without a dad, and its a cross we have to bear. I'm so sick and tired of even think... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A fall: 2 of 11
There is a burning deep inside eating me up, engulfing my wounded pride, tears dripping down my face creating puddles in this empty space, nothing but darkness surrounds my soul, my painting is mournful, truly a work of art. black is the color of night, fueling countless terrors, scaring children who can't fight, Its eating m... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reality: 23 of 101
Music ringing in my ears,relaxing my body,calming my fears.Dancing images inside my dreams,moving lights,reality with golden seams,both entwine,becoming a waltz so divine.Follow me,in time you'll see,Just what our thoughtscould truly be. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sanity: 23 of 90
Not quite an explosion, simply put, its like the walls of my mind are facing erosion. So slowly, my sanity is leaking out, the crackling holes become bigger, allowing in a dreader sense of doubt. The truth wont stop these trembling walls, if you glance into my mind, you'll see me with duck tape running down the halls. There g... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Thank you: 19 of 74
To my mother to which I was born, thank you for the bond that we have formed, to my siblings that I have gained, thank you for all the years that we have changed, to my father who left me here, thanks for darkness in which I fear, to the man who to his place, thank you for filling what was once empty space, to the son to who... More..