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4.7k · Sep 2018
@retro_tears
bella Sep 2018
Hey guys sorry i haven’t been active recently!
|i havent been active because i have no motivation|
I’m so excited to show y’all my new content!
|everything i make is overlooked and unloved|
I hope you guys enjoyed this cover!
|they hate it already|
Make sure to Like and Comment for more!
|theyve already scrolled past it. i’m just another post on their home page|
I’m so grateful for all of my followers!
|the few that i have only follow me out of pity|
I’ve been going through a rough patch at the moment so thanks for all the support!
|nobody cares|
Here’s a drawing of @popular.artist and @talentedmusician !
|ill never be as talented. ill never have as many followers|
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This poem was about how I feel about my social media. It was a kind of what I say to my followers And then what you see if you ‘read between the lines’.

Hey whoever’s reading this! I have actually been going through a really tough time for a while but I’m back!! I’m going to try and post a poem every week so stay tuned.
1.3k · Oct 2018
art
bella Oct 2018
art
this is my art

i present it to you all

SANS SERIF
clearly stating the emotions
hidden under layers
a metaphor
a simile
idiom
alliteration

words thatteachers throw atme to absorblike a sponge

“it’s ur art¡”
“ur own          «Iîn†érP®´e´†å†iøñN«  “

i like art
it fills the holes that were once numb with feeling.

A
   R
      T
      T
   R
A

look at this creation.
all over the place.


i like crying to kahlids saved
i like laughing to jon hughes ferris buellers day off
i like watching
reading
listening to
singing
writing
creating
experiencing
Art


this piece of art.
it’s messy. ive put too few or too many s p a c e s . ive seriously *******!E'd up my grammar. Ive used slang and Incorrect™ spelling. my fonts are sometimes hard to read and I haven’t even Began to think about using colour. My english Teecher would hate this.

this piece of art; is a mess

and isn’t it Beautiful
This was the most fun ive had writing a poem. If u want the website for the fonts dm me. U should definitely try this sometime, and lmk if u do! its a great way to relieve stress and prevent writers block. Idk y but hp has a problem with the fonts and emojis so make sure u copy it before u save/publish it. Have a good day or night!¡
544 · Oct 2018
cliche unrequited love
bella Oct 2018
i cant stop thinking about you
| you’re all i’m thinking about|
i cant stop wishing you were here
|every time i see a shooting star|
youre all that i need
|youre the sun, the sky and sea|
youre my cliche unrequited love
oh yes youre my cliche unrequited love
This is the chorus from a song i wrote called cliche unrequited love. Do you guys prefer reading lyrics or free verse poetry?
375 · May 2018
Untitled
bella May 2018
A rusted chain
Tired truths and lies that yellow and fade
But maybe those truths, those lies that twist my mind into knots and scrape away my insides
Are the only things that keep my mind
From submerging itself into the black oblivion of nothing
The only things that stop that rusted chain from snapping
360 · Jan 2019
all the things i did today
bella Jan 2019
today i don’t hate my face
today the sky is pink and perfect
today i am loved and in love
today i like my body
today i wore a bikini
and people were present
today the little voices telling me i was not worth it were duller
today the fear was less
today i took two steps forward
and only one step back
today i stayed alive
today is another day
but today i survived
which means today will
become yesterday, tomorrow will become today,
yesterday becomes a century ago.
today i survived
so as i look to the sky
now purple and glorious,
i will breathe
326 · May 2018
san fransisco
bella May 2018
i want to go to san fransisco
i want to see the world.
there’s a fire burning
in my heart
and i want to see where it goes.

i want to be happy
i want to be okay.

and i’m going to get there,
no matter what.
help myself to stand,
buy my own ticket,
fly away.
let my troubles melt
like candle wax.

i want to go to san fransisco
i want to see the world.
there’s a fire burning
in my heart.
and i’m following it.
all the way.
if you read this, I challenge you to write a joyous poem and add the tag #happie
301 · Dec 2018
our heartbeat is our rhythm
bella Dec 2018
song lyrics
they are the thread
linking the artist and the listener
aren’t these song lyrics?
they have the beat
the melody
the introspective touch
the words that twist
this is the
intertwined hands
the
breath before the kiss
the
subconscious blink
the
flowers tied in pink
the
rhymes
the
rhythm
the beat to which
our hearts drum
we create our own beat
we are all
song lyrics
we have a rhythm
we are the rhyme
we make the beat.
hi! im back and hopefully posting more soon. im currently collating all my work and hopefully publishing one day!
251 · May 2018
angry
bella May 2018
i’m angry
not sad
angry
fire burns in my lungs
and my throat is smoky and grey
i’m angry
not defeated
angry
my hands are cold
and my heart is black
i’m angry
because nothing is ever enough
because i am not enough
because i need to be
the perfect student
perfect friend
perfect girlfriend
perfect daughter
and i’m still not enough
i am angry
246 · May 2018
umbrella
bella May 2018
oh you keep me dry
your words are bittersweet
but they keep me dry

are you a necessity?
do you even care?

your words are bittersweet
but they keep me dry
240 · May 2018
mum
bella May 2018
mum
The darkness pulls me closer.
Inch by inch,
First a foot,
Then a waist,
All I see now is the darkness of death,
It slowly smothers me.
I reach into the loving light of life,
My hope flickers out.
Suddenly you grab hold of my trembling hand. Your touch,
As calming as a lullaby in the dead of night.
I clasp onto you,
My last sign of hope holding my hand. You pull me out of the darkness,
Out of death,
Back into the light,
Into life.
You are my saviour,
Giving me a second chance to live my life. Giving me the will to keep fighting for my life. You are my source of laughter,
You are my source of love,
You are my source of life,
You are my mum.
a friend wrote this and wanted to see what people thought so hopefully everyone like it
233 · May 2018
moonshine
bella May 2018
you are my moonshine
forbidden, so far away
your touch injects poison
into my blood
turns my veins black
oh how i want you back
228 · Jun 2018
plaid shirt
bella Jun 2018
i can still smell it
kind of like musk sticks
kind of like black tea.
in my plaid shirt i sit

i drink tea
and eat musk sticks.

i play guitar
and dream of clouds.

i wish for you again.
i wish for your scent.

kind of like musk sticks
kind of like black tea.

i wish for your voice
sweet like honey and mylk.

i wish for your touch
leaving blazing trails of goosebumps.

in my plaid shirt i sit.
i like the quiet when im there.
its almost like you’re back.
kind of like musk sticks
and black tea.
does anyone have any advice for improving this? please tell me.
213 · Jul 2018
Sipping on green tea
bella Jul 2018
Sipping on green tea
My lips blaze like fire
Your hands trace circles
On my thigh
It’s magic
It’s mystery

Kindness is rare
In situations like these.
Threaded through smiles
And small words.

Sipping on green tea
Fingers entwined
Like roots of a tree
I want to stop time
In this moment
Of magic
Of mystery

Seated by a fire
Holding hands
Holding
Tea cups made of china
Fragile as my heart

Misery seeps through
Cracks in the walls
But we cover it
With clouds of laughter.

Sipping on green tea
Feelings left
Discarded on the floor
This moment so pure
It’s magic
It’s mystery
Another one that I’m very open for feedback. also wondering if anyone could help me with a question i have?  It’s very personal and complex but there are many wise minds on this site.
bella Dec 2018
princess nokia blasts
shakespeare sits in my hand
tommy hilfiger jeans
and instagram aesthetic account
i am
dressed like a 90s mom
but feeling like a thirteen year old gen z ****
168 · Jun 2018
crying
bella Jun 2018
im crying
tears stain my blotched cheeks
your hands are the only thing
i want
i need.

your hands are the only things
i can’t have.

why do i do this?
why can’t i be okay?
maybe,
if you held me,
i wouldn’t be this way.

im crying
my head is nothing but a weight
crushing my neck.
my hands are useless
waving and shaking
longing for your touch.

if only you were here
if only you loved me
as i love you
maybe,
maybe,
i wouldn’t be crying
i am not very happy

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