The ManWrapped up in the shellThe Man by BellaNellaMorte
Of himself, he stares
Out the broken window
Pain, observing all the
People as they walk on by.
Each and every one of them
Too afraid to give him much
More than a fleeting glimpse.
For he was an undersireable,
In mitigating circumstances out of
Reach of himself. And any who
Would dare to hear of his story.
A hellion, solicitor, Murderer.
Atheistic lover of the god in himself
Daring to go against the laws
Of tradition. Customs and societal sense.
With a broken body, with eyes
That are alive burning fervent
With a desire to live the life,
Which they've stolen from him
They; naysayers, pharisees,
Hyprocrites. Who'd rather shoot
The one that flew much too
High above the rest, and watch him fall
Sinking to the earth in despair
Than to have him above their heads.
Reminding them that he had more,
Of something they couldn't tell.
Just that he had more than them.
In The GrayImagineIn The Gray by BellaNellaMorte
If we lived in black and white
Escaping all the goddamn grays
That makes us almost
Impossible to live
Without the scrutiny
And I can't say the truth
That everything about you
Is imprinted in my frontal lobe
Even that stupid smirk
You'd use for everyothergirl but [me]
A constant reminder
I'll never escalate to more than
Just, "One of the guys"
My constant humiliation
That I've never managed to free myself
From my mastered masquerade
And all the time I'm wishin'
I wish I had another name
FireworkSparks fly, as fireworks light the skyFirework by BellaNellaMorte
Painting a lovely hue
And she remembers
All she's forgotten, knowingly
Tears fall, against her will
As she remembers
Time, is nothing but a hindrance
To all, that still wishes to live in love
And love is nothing but
Sparks die, no fireworks in the sky
Darkness, is all that meets the eye
And she has hidden
All her problems, very deep
Tears fall, streaming from her heart
She's breathing under water
She can't take this feeling, of despair
This feeling of despair
And I tell her that I love her
And I, pray that it's enough
To free her,
From all, that has her broken
All that has her shaken
All that took her smile,
Could I, ever hope to save her
Would she, ever know I care
Can we, ever live together
Free from all this trouble
In a world of possibles
Sparks fly, As fireworks
Lights the sky
The key to life.Today,The key to life. by xinsomniakydx
When you still have that fresh eyes,
And hands so strong it crushes ice,
You can't easily forget all the dramas and lies,
When you have wrinkles on your face,
And a heart so weak it wants to rest,
You can't ever forget that key to life is happiness.
- Mia, 2012.
3/5/1993 - 5/20/2012It's..time.3/5/1993 - 5/20/2012 by xinsomniakydx
She's in peace now. Resting beautifully. Under the moonlight shadows.
It's her dream to be able to just close her eyes and show the cold world the warmth of her smile. Forever in time.
It… was her dream.
The final one.
For it came true.
Sleep very tightly, sweetie, we'll …meet again soon.
5/22/2012 was her burial day.
Mia Rafina is my sister, adopted sister to be exact. But I love her like I love a real sister. I could still rewind freshly how she looked like the first time we met her when our parents came home along with that lil' girl with a smile on her babyface. She was so beautiful, shone brightly among us. She was the first adopted child our parents ever had. Before the others began to come in, before the orphanage was successfully build. She was like a gift, especially towards me my self. She's just different from my point of view.
Mia grew up magically, wonderfully, anything else I can describe her with something along the line of pretty and
You Colour My DarknessSalient darkness and all of thisYou Colour My Darkness by Arraveci
Luminance, the brightness is
Dazzling against the background of
Souls and life transitory defies me
Like you do. The colours of your mind
Seem to bleed into Design and Destiny
And I am Disorder derived from Drizzled
Chaos, the endless maelstrom of my home
Knows no colour, my soul simply cursed
To know no joy from shades other than
Black and White. I embody good and evil
Like I eat them for breakfast and so
Often the colours simply fade to the
Shade, the endless glades of graves of
My conquests brimming with bodies devoid
Of all but binary shades. I know what I
Should do here, I know no future's safe
Here from my destructive, unraveling
Touch and yet the cogs and the gears of
Your colourful mind bleeding on the
Inside seep into my soul and redesign
Commands of old that clutched. I cannot
Control myself around you and it's all
I can do to not consume you as you
Explode into my plane, slowly twisting
Tinging sanity with bold emotions I
Never embraced excep