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
Ward 7 Nurse?Ward 7 by Kaz-D
With a sigh and a roll of her heavily made up eyes, the nurse trips across the ward. She bends over the frail woman calling for her and waits expectantly.
'Yes I'm right here Mary'
Can you tell me what's happening to me?
Her question goes unanswered as the nurse turns away to tend to another patient in another bed different diagnosis. Same story.
On the opposite side of the ward another women sits awkwardly in a chair, her limbs stiff and unmoveable. She tries to cut her modest lunch with hands that shake and eyes that are old and beyond seeing. She calls for the nurse and another steps up informing her that she's not a baby and she can eat her dinner by herself.
Come on Betty, pull yourself together
The woman relents with a soft sigh as she's left alone again. She doesn't pick up her fork.
Back in the other bed the elderly lady takes her medication with frustrated assistance from the nurse stood over her.
'When's your birthday M
Anomichistorical geniuses said:Anomic by WillSchenck
"rock the dead, bury your head and claim any color,
be it blue, or red,
we're all feeding an infection for which you have no protection,
you are no exception;
having hope is a blessing, though the line between a blessing and deception is waring thin.
the employees of an establishment in the center of the world, are familiar with the scent of burning bridges and live to unfurl, flags and wave them high; pitch black flags."
i pose one question:
- Will Schenck