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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 fleating 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,
Hyp
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
Imagine
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
She remembers
She re-members
Time, is nothing but a hindrance
To all, that still wishes to live in love
And love is nothing but
Nothing but
Nothing,
Anymore
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
InsomniaRemedies, remediesInsomnia by *BellaNellaMorte
Bottles, pre-scribed and filled
None could ever shut down
His marathon mind
He stands by his window
Silently watching the city sleep
And wonders where the sandman is
The man who can make him cease
Cease...Forgetting today
{Forgetting Everything}
Forgetting the dangers of the jungle
Even just for a few hours
Where he can dream he's finally achieved
His lifetime goals
{Dreamed up realities are better than no possibilities}
Instead he's faced with the burden
Of seeing tomorrow
Before he's been revived
Of battles fought yesterday
And just like that,
The dawn breaks even
Already forgetting what he couldn't f
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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
Imagine
Lost SheepI got mad at meLost Sheep by *BellaNellaMorte
and took it out on You
anything to feel better
I chucked my black leathered Bible
on my desk
Too distraught to care to pray
or ask if You were near-
because if You were, I would not
have felt so cold
The twenty-third Psalm a sour mockery
rang in my mind – a result of gram's drilling as a child
"The Lord is my Shepherd"
and yes I did want so much for this
Void to disappear
This void he left – to kill me
I'm sorry God
my faith is now like
a candle in the wind
and I've got no more matches,
I should have read my Bible more.
Unsent Letters To her: 2I've never told anyone I loved them;Unsent Letters To her: 2 by *BellaNellaMorte
besides mother that is
I was afraid that they'll leave just like she did
you see, the scars of a child determined this man
It's not fair to you, I know that
And I see that question in your eyes
While you wait patiently for me to say
'I love you too.'
But my silence means I do
I truly
Unsent Letters To her: 3I am a monsterUnsent Letters To her: 3 by *BellaNellaMorte
Not like the kind
That never exists past your tv screen
I am
The kind that lurks inside the calmest mind
And purest of hearts
Docile
Nurtured
And like a child left to himself
Brings a shame
Too large to hide
Under the carpet of time
Pregnant with subtle illusions
That makes you feel safe around me
And you can't see my face
For the layers are just too much
So you cry dry eyed
While you try to dissect me
Knowing what's not real
You are a monster
And I fear you more than myself
Because I've loaded the gun
You now hold to my head
With 'I Love you's' and other
Useless idioms
That make me feel Useless
[I
To her tombstoneI.To her tombstone by *BellaNellaMorte
It's not that I didn't love you.
II.
It's just my instinct to take flight when the waters around me are shaken so much that I can no longer see my reflection. I'm scared to go closer, so I deprive myself of a drink that might cool my soul in this furnace of a world. And I run to save myself.
III.
I never thought of what might happen to you in the process. Until now. I guess it's too late to want to explain and give answers to questions I've shied away, say, two years too late.
IV.
If I had known, you were my last chance to drink and thirst no more. I'd have drowned myself in you. Really, I would've.
Remembrance - A CinquainChildhoodRemembrance - A Cinquain by *BellaNellaMorte
Brief innocence
Living, Laughing, Longing,
Moment before sorrows known
Youth
I'll Still Write...I was beginning to wonderI'll Still Write... by *BellaNellaMorte
What was the point
Of me writing
Pouring my heart out
For you people to tell me
My punctuation is all wrong
My cadence is a little off
To fix the continuity of my flow
And to try putting some rhy
In my rhythm
With a bit of alliteration
Making my verses more fluid
Then I remembered
I don't write for you
I write for me
So what if I want to
Ignore rhythm
Andrushmywords
Breaking them
A little
Too Short
Writing words without wanting
To twist tongues
And now because I feel like it
Here will be my full stop ----> .
'Tis BrokenDon't lie to yourself,'Tis Broken by *BellaNellaMorte
And to me.
We're all born with white hearts,
With atinyblackspot in them,
That slowly mingles the older we get.
Because everybadreaction causes,
An unexplained attraction to danger,
And we know it hurts us and others,
Yet still the thrill is just toodarngoodtostop,
Since that tiny black spot tells us,
It's alright to be bad;
Because everyone got that tinyblackspot in them too,
Even the most [proclaimed] self-righteous.
And So we're Stained, that which was once white.
Will never be pure again;
This world,
Our bodies,
Our spir
Watching You Sleep...I'm watching you sleepWatching You Sleep... by *TazTitan85
A silent vigil I keep
Even now as I sit here by your side
In the stillness of your image I confide
Watching you sleep, I feel at peace
It's an intoxicating release
Because I protect you from all that you fear
Nothing can harm you as long as I'm near
Because of this silent vigil I keep
Because I am by your side
Watching you sleep...
Pictures & Writing Of The Day - 10th March 201Pictures & Writing Of The Day - 10th March 201 by ~xinsomniakydx
Welcome to the STAGES people!
DATE : Wednesday, 10th March 2010.
DETAILS : It's time for some features! But instead of saying feature, let me just said, Pictures & Writing of the Day! Favourites and comments are lovely too, but let me just say quickly, people want to know more than just that, they want your feedback. So simply, by either entering this into a group and then featuring them in our journal and articles, it will make them have more audiences. As they deserved it for their hard work... That is my opinion!OBJECTIVE :I only want to make this articles everyday because of the term ATTENTION and MENTION to some photography and literature that deserved more than just submitting. I joined lots of GROUPS in DA and found a lot of these amazing pieces from my Inbox Stacks. Trust me, this is fun. By doing it, you'll get tempted to have more time to check your inbox one by one stacks and found out every each little of them ha
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