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
And There Were No More Heroes3Jacob was bored; he flicked a stone idly at his partner Edward who gave him an absent scowl in return. The dark haired archer looked bored too, but only Jacob would have seen it in his grey-green eyes; his face and shoulders were set in relaxed awareness and anyone else would have thought that he was ready for a fight. Jacob raked fingers through his own tousled blond hair and sighed through his nose.And There Were No More Heroes3 by Tanashai
"Stop that," Edward said.
Jacob stopped, but he still managed a glare for the archer. "I suppose you're perfectly happy waiting here?"
"It's better than fighting here," Edward said.
Well, that much was true. Jacob folded his arms over his knees and stared out across the expanse of waste that eight months of fighting had reduced a meadow to. The ground was thoroughly churned up; a quagmire of mud, blood and water had reduced the peaceful land to a dead zone. Even the sky was a sullen grey; it wasn't quite raining