Bellie-boo

Bellie-boo Mar 2016

Your scars twist around my arm
your pain pulses in my vain
your desire lingers on my tongue
your being is an echo etched upon my skin.

Bound leg to leg
through life we hobble
everyone around thinking this is a race
they run
but we are immobilized
immortalized with insightful ignorance
we are balanced between the illuminated line of inspired and immature
We Stand Apart
to be
alone
alone and tied together
bound by invisible wire indivisible not matter how far we wonder
wonder the world on a wire
we are together.

Eventually though
you will fade into my skin
nothing but an echoed memory scared on me
and I will be sorrowed
that you could not remain a surfaced.

Your teeth tore through my skin
exposing me
dirtied fleshed
unwashed
you eat me as if I were an apple freshly plucked from its tree
not stumbled upon the ground
You complete me
you are apart of me
forever more I will not lose thee for you have nested within my soul.

Bellie-boo Mar 2016

I'm ready to take your hand too.

We stand back to back,
our hands clasped,
I star locking into your gaze,
courage pouring into me.
My support gives a squeeze,
My heart and I,
we are ready to take your hand too.
Imprisoned in the cell of my eye,
you are locked up deep within me.
We are not married,
that isn't necessary,
we are not of a describable relationship,
In this world riddled with titles,
ours is not a single word.
In a resolve I suppose,
my resolve would be,
that I am never letting go of you,
you are my partner,
my equal,
the last of your kind,
endangered yet secure as the last I shall ever have.

when there are periods and the stanzas change think of it as a phase of their love passing or being completed and they are then moving on to the next step for them.

Bellie-boo Mar 2016

Sigh

Sigh*
But it's alright
The marks will disappear before long
Before long, they disappear
When all is said and done
that may be the reason to create these marks
no matter how strenuous your night
morning will come
and the evidence of what you were sure you had
is gone
invariably faded away

Bellie-boo Mar 2016

To be killing me

To be
what I
want to
be
I would
have to
be what
you do
not want
and
to be
something
to be
disappointing
you would
not be
what I
want but
to be
anything
other than
what I
want to
be
Well...it's
killing me.

Bellie-boo Jan 2016

Wifi

It is coming and
Going like my wifi does
This is my life now.

In and out without
A receptor to lead me
In my journeying.

Bellie-boo Jan 2016

To live as me, To die straight.

In the End
we all fall
between
these lines
to slumber
in echoing
choruses
our breath
returning
if only we
could breath
At our end
we all reside
side by side
in straight
parallel lines
Adorn by
your wishes
of who we
were then
soild with dirt
tossed upon
us
Lowered into
your straight
simple grave
as what persona
you have created
In the End
we all lie
between
these lines
Contained
by straight
lines carved
into the Earth
In our Ends
we're all buried
as straight as
how you wanted
Our rotting corpses
abandoned to
be inflicted with
your desired image
of who we are
When we live
So why does
your opinions of
who we are matter
if in our End
you wont approve
you'll bury us straight
In our end,
So tell me
why we care
what you think
of who we are?
If you were going
to obloquy who
we are in our
End.

Bellie-boo Dec 2015

Gloomy Butterflies

Always conceal gloomy butterflies,
Never let them sing,
That is what they told me,
When I told them of my mental being.