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
If You Forgot Then,when you first realize that it's your bath waterIf You Forgot Then, by londonrey
that has given you those fingertip wrinkles
so you press all ten (or at least eight or so)
to your happy cheeks,
and then you stream them along your forearm veins like maybe this feeling
will turn their blue to pink.
when you first realize that the ocean actually tastes of salt
and you find yourself wondering
if maybe you'd like this better than pool water if you could get used to it-
but then they're calling to you so you run to shore and no matter how many
times you've done this your towel is never quite warm enough.
every time i've ever been in the water is the same time.
it's just all the same you know.
got snow in your hair, pour salt on it
don't come all the way here- to where the sky and the sea enmesh-
just to look at me and say you're not like me; you are.
there's gotta be poison
in this type-o blood,
the way these late nights turn to early mornings in our inner rivers-
just stop thinkin i stopped tryin when you have n
Small But Finelet we the hapless stream along with calculated marchings- let we!Small But Fine by londonrey
stir this forest's copper underbelly
with grave-robbing palms
with prey-seeking cries
though, we daren't find comfort here,
this brittle cradle of earth's isn't no place for even a one youngthing.
teach us how to hunt to kill.
i've had this all planned out,
but i'm not so good at the finishing.
if we didn't swoop so low we wouldn't crash so much,
i'm awfully hungry.
just last winter's mute-
in a sugar-spun dress,
i used to be made of realness
now i'm knowin i talk too much an i say so little-
no matter what ima be lonesome in my own brains
let we watch november run,
december too while we pump out bloodless veins-
and by we, i [nearly always] mean me
sure i got holes in my shins,
but i'm canopy-lipped,
and i think a little more about standin every every day
so i am thinkin
i should stop
h e r e
just put me