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 Jan 2018 Bellvadear
Star BG
Another night at 3Am comes
where sleep eludes
and sandman plays hid and seek.

I sit lonely,
no one to call,
too tired to be productive,
but awake enough to keep upright.

With big yarn
I whisper boldly
“Olly olly oxen free”
Mr. Sandman, please come back
and help me sleep.

With no answer my thoughts go elsewhere.
Maybe, I should call the Sand-woman
She’s more responsible
and known for not playing silly games.
My sleep pattern is very irregular
 Jan 2018 Bellvadear
Star BG
Why???
 Jan 2018 Bellvadear
Star BG
The majority of people
are engrossed in everyday life.
Caught in a sleeping state
where they can't see that different is good.

People especially don't understand different.
They label it weird, eccentric, or strange
in a world where the norm is watching TV
which dulls the mind,  news that make robots
OR believe lies of set religions
(though my belief in God is STRONG)

Most talented people
Vincent Van Gogh,
Emily Dickinson,
Poe, Galileo and Keats, to name a few
were not understood in their time.

So why should I think I being different
with spiritual ideas and gifts
would have other results.
And why should I care that I'm an outcast
invisable to family and many people.

Why?
Guess because I'm human
and don't love myself enough.
Just expressing some deef feelings
 Jan 2018 Bellvadear
Mitch Prax
You are a novel
gathering dust on my shelf
but not because I don’t want to read
but because I’m afraid
to turn the page,
afraid of how you’ll end
 Jan 2018 Bellvadear
Ella
You know that feeling when you can smile again and mean it?
It takes you over like a wave in motion
You get this feeling that everything is going to be alright

You feel that you can do anything now and that you're not limited by anyone

It's the best feeling of all, to finally feel a new
Like nothing has ever happened
And you're just about to start everything
You have complete control and nothing will stop you from completely starting a-new
 Jan 2018 Bellvadear
Star BG
Have you ever had a song
vibrate in your head?
Stuck to pull at senses
until you surrender
and listen carefully.

Have you ever sung with voice
repetitively in flow of words
and hunt for answers
in a sea of moments?

Have you ever heard a song
that played over and over
catching your hands to move
and feet to dance?
Allowing heart to soar like birds,
and breath to rhyme with verse.

Until sub-consciousness takes over
and wings spread to dissipate time
inside fantasy.

Have you ever played a song
inside mind so many times
it became a part of your very thoughts?
Until you felt it was yours to own
and made it your part of your reality.

Where you floated within melodies
to unleash coincidences
that matched the orchestration.

I have and it gave me freedom
inside a creative force to dream.
Saw a You tube about someone who heard songs in head so this poem was born.
 Jan 2018 Bellvadear
zero
The day you left I felt the seed
plant in my brain.
The negative thoughts of you caused it to
flourish into a ****,
one that rooted itself in my eyes,
performing dance routines in my sockets,
blurring my vision every step-ball-change,
making my eyes leak the water it tried
so desperately to drink,
drowning me in my own tears,
forcing them down my oesophagus,
gorging me with my own dismal identity,
Muffling my whimpers for help,
as it deflowers my innocent happiness,
and forces it into a pit of despair.

When people walk by me in the street,
and they see the elegant,
amber dandelion,
thriving and expanding out of my ears,
down my nostrils and out of my mouth,
they compliment me on my smile that
seems to pair so well with it,
almost as if it were made for me.
But they fail to see that it is choking me,
blocking my airways,
obscuring my vision and forcing me to the ground
with every clogged breath I breathe.
I could curse the stars and heavens for cursing me,
with the wondrous obscenity that is located under my left eye,
it grows outwards,
haunting my dreams.

It's the reminder of you.
I felt disgusted,
that I still water the plant that attacks me,
But as I watched you walk out of the door I realised
that you were happier this way.

So I am happy to make myself bleed,
as I shall do so better than any king would,
but before you leave,
trim the blooming flower that blinds my eye
and take it with you.
Reminder to water your plants,
you're their parent.
Like, c'mon.
Be an adult...

-Dilon.xo
 Jan 2018 Bellvadear
Who
Our history is like a sheet of glass, shattered to pieces.
It's now millions of shards
And picking them up is hard

But it's even harder
To put that sheet back together
Because no matter how much glue you use,
At any moment it could shatter.

Again.
 Jan 2018 Bellvadear
Rebel Heart
Everything you see is art

He loves me

The way you focus your camera
And get that gleam in your eye
Right before capturing a moment
Before it slips away

He loves me not

The way you focus on me
And get that sparkle in your eye
Right before capturing my lips with yours
Before our moment slips away

He loves me

Everything you touch is art

He loves me not

The way your fingers glide across
The guitar strings
As you breathe melody into the world

He loves me

The way your fingers glide across
My bare skin
As you breathe fire into my bones

He loves me not

Everything about you is art

He loves me

But nothing about me is

He loves me not

Me, the empty canvas

He loves me

You, my only form of art

He loves me not

One intoxicating touch

He loves me

My broken heart

*He loves me not
Alas, art is something found within you not given to you by someone else. And that day I lost my heart to you, I found that art within myself

(Hello again loves, this particular piece dates back to 2010 but I found it to be very interesting. I don't think I still understand all of it but leave your thoughts, comments, etc below and happy writing! ~BM)

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