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
Part One: FlightThe palace guards in the Grand Foyer were struck dumb momentarily as the wail of the alarm climbed in pitch; but only until an entire platoon of the King's best crested the stairs, the click-click of a half-dozen or so rifles loading before being trained on what appeared to be a lone guard heading for the entrance.Part One: Flight by TheZarstromian
"Halt!" An elegantly dressed man in the best armor called. He stood on the terrace with his soldiers arrayed behind him, and clearly he was smugly confident about himself and his soldiers. "In the name of the King of Zarstrom, you are under arrest!"
The lone guard stopped in his tracks as the other palace guards drew their weapons and surrounded him loosely on all sides, two guards standing between him and the now closed door. The commander smirked. "Put down what you're holding, raise your hands in the air and get on your knees." With no other alternative, the guard placed what he was carrying-a long package wrapped in a white cloth-o
First WordsI could tell it was going to be one of those days, nothing seeming to have gone right since I woke up. I was mindlessly sitting in my desk when I received a message from the office, informing me that my mother had called and had said that I needed to walk home right away. My teacher excused me and I went to get my things from my locker, left to ponder the strangeness of the call.First Words by Musical-Ink
As I walked home, I couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Usually my mother came to pick me up from the school. It must have been urgent if she wasn't able to come and get me. A million scenarios raced through my mind. A family member was hurt, Grandma or Grandpa was in the hospital, we had won the lottery... It could be anything! I wouldn't jinx by thinking the "D" word though, the unspeakable thing that just didn't happen to people like me.
As I neared my house, I began to notice all of the cars that wer
Boarders and Blackmailshe will swear her mailbox is broken andBoarders and Blackmail by londonrey
her panties say 'drama' cos that's how she likes it.
their violins drip for her, but they needn't;
she blossoms through frost.
love is still love after it's gone.
if you don't believe me
Watch Love Leave.
-she will be looking k c a b-
you will notice three kinks in her left ear
and a bird-shaped birthmark: twice touched.
the babies inside her will stop decomposing.