BellaReneeBlue

The feelings always roll in at the dead of night, when my eyes should be shut tight. Though now they're stuck open, weary and dreary. My Mind won't think Right. It peruses the deepest of my emotions, choosing and abusing, the things at which I am Weakest. And I wonder if they'll stay open long enough to see Light.

So we all sit and play this game, Its always the same but never has a name, We kick and fuss, and scream and shout, And in the end it never turns out. So we kick and fuss, and throw ourselves about, Like children over toys, or teenage girls over boys. And all for what? And what all for? This is the same game that never has a name. But we'll play it til we're all tired out upon the floor. The end will come and no one will have won. Some will smirk, and others will pout. But when all's said and all's done, We'll all be losers, so I guess we'll all be number one. This is the game that's always the same, it has no name, and has no aim.

Has everyone forgotten? That business doesn't get by on being rotten? Or was it lost long ago, What mama had taught? To be kind, and what not. What mess we're all making, While we're too busy hating. And do you think you could say please? Rather than roll your eyes at me. Demanding Respect, and giving none back. Do you really expect things like that? But here comes the flack, For reflecting your attack. Oh Me, Oh my. How does this world get by, When all its gears have gone awry. When we're using one another as stepping stones, crumbling each other beneath our feet, Do we not see how little we reach? Or is it no longer about what we a

The moonlight trickles over the town, bulbs bursting all around. The artificial lights wash from the dark night, and a hush crashes down. They tiptoe out, wandering about on their own two feet, Such a sight they never did see, their eyes lifting high to the star ridden sky, Their mouths unable to speak, What once was hidden, glaringly evident now, Intrigue set aflame with wonder in their hearts, Over how many twinkles we hide in our downtrodden souls, Wearied from the fabricated chase of satisfaction, the societal race of deception. Believing we were whole, The filament snaps with a crack, We can't look back, Amazed at all we'v

She twists, she turns, She yearns.. Her wings fill with blood, pumping through her veins like lightning, They press against her silky encapturement, unable to free her with their delicate nature.. And so she waits for the wind to bring along some tool of nature to sever her from her prison.. Frustration causing her to squirm, pulsing against the walls and daring the inevitable to arrive... Freedom is so near, my butterfly.. Soon your wings will taste the night sky, shimmer in the moonlight, as you rest along a petal's dew covered surface... And you will breathe the night air with a sigh of relief... Your heart will soar with the r

From the balcony, there lies a sunset with an orange hue. He sits and waits, for something he's yet to discover. Ash falls, carried off by the wind.He takes a puff again. "When will this end?" the raspy whisper slips past his lips. Moments pass, nay, hours. The hue glows bright before slipping out of view and giving way to the blue sky, void of clouds. The sun bears down, hot upon his skin. He takes a puff again. "When will this end?" the raspy whisper slips past his lips. The click of the door is familiar. An afternoon visit from a daughter grown cold long ago from the absence of a working father. Crinkles her nose, disdain i

I see the glimmer in your eyes, Where all your hope lies. Basking in plain view, for those who look at you. They don't see what I see, They look in all the wrong places. Never bothered to look you in the eye, and discover what you disguise. What fools they were, What luck we're not. They'd have your head, I'll have your heart.