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
Our FairytaleLike sugary honey on my lipsOur Fairytale by chubby-choco
Everything seems sweeter right now
Tonight I'm completely out of it
So try to speak slowly
Light flickers at the table
Incense smoke swirls skyward
Very slowly, we look up at each other
Earnestly smile and start to eat
Time moves by too quickly
Hurry, hurry, like it has something to lose
I'm soon on my way back home
Still confused, but happy
Find my favorite book
And curl up on my bed with it
I realize the hero reminds me of you
Reading on, I laugh
You'd probably say that, too!
This is just a fairytale
And as I finish and close my book
Lean back against my bed and think
Everything comes to an end
Fog clouds my joy until I remember
Open minds accomplish much
Real love is timeless
Even mortal death only delays it
Voices from the pages remind me
Everything is what you make it
Reality can be our fairytale
New ColourImagine a new colour,New Colour by Kaisikudo
One no other being knew.
What would you do
With such a hue?
Paint the world in Y-O-U.
Just pick a point and wildly dab,
Soon you'll be having lots of fun.
So don't be lazy,
Just go crazy!
Because you're the only one
Who crafts this magical new tone
And the emotions that it brings,
A ripened treat
For your heart (and other things).
Scribble over every canvas
And you can even call it art,
For not Paul Klee
Nor Salvador Dali
Will find it on their colour chart.
Tinge every single building,
That comes accross your path.
Your bright new towns
Will cure all frowns
And cheer up even Sylvia Plath.
Give a brush to every soldier
And send them off to war.
They'll dye their blood
The same as mud
And see it's not worth fighting for.
Then paint every race and gender
Till we all look just the same,
Then every flag
And every emblem
So noone cares from where we came.
Those first few eager, coloured dabs
Just slowly grew and grew and grew
Until they ate
All love and