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 Sep 2022 Bella-Lee
 Sep 2022 Bella-Lee
How to become a poet:
Let someone rip your soul apart.
And in the need of mending ,
You will replace it with words.
 Sep 2022 Bella-Lee
I'd set fire to the air you breathe
so you can burn with every
 Oct 2020 Bella-Lee
 Oct 2020 Bella-Lee
her tongue stained
wine red,
her eyes even redder
from the high

injecting any toxin
she could find
into her body

to drown out the one
that felt like him
is this what they mean
when they say
retox to detox?
 Oct 2020 Bella-Lee
 Oct 2020 Bella-Lee
Hi buddy. If I lose my battle with my mental health anytime in the general future I just want you to know that I love you more than anything in my life. I can feel myself losing this battle but you are a god send.
 Jun 2020 Bella-Lee
there was a moment in time
when death sat beside me on a park bench
and he had rested his hand on the gap between us



rested my hand there
and brushed my fingers against his

and for a chaste moment
i savoured the warmth of his skin
and intertwined my hand with his

but he stood up

and left

and maybe he knew,

it was for the better.
it was the right option
 Jun 2020 Bella-Lee
 Jun 2020 Bella-Lee
it's the scent of rain in the morning
and the sound of rain in the night
it's a feeling that overwhelms you
yet a feeling not quite
when all the world is fast asleep
but you sit there, eyes wide

it is the aching in your heart
the stinging in your eyes
it is the sentences left unsaid
and the desire to rewind
but it is also the fear of embarrassment
the fear of crowds
but the desire to speak up
and speak aloud

but no one can hear you
no one wants to.
 Jun 2020 Bella-Lee
It's so much easier               .
                                           .                To cry out
          To let go
                                             to drown in whatever has us
     to willingly let it end         .
.                      .    
                   this is were the hopeful part comes in   .

     but I can't seem to
                                             Come up with anything
 Jun 2020 Bella-Lee
Casey Rodger
I see the clouds above me,
They're floating in the sky,
I wonder what they see,
And wonder why they cry.

I listen to the fire,
While sitting in its glow,
Not a thing does it require,
But wood for it to grow.

Gently does the breeze,
Whisper to my skin,
I wander if the trees,
Mind about the wind.

I will not shut my eyes,
Wont miss one part of this,
The sun is giving the skies,
A loving goodnight kiss.
We're scared
Of Dying
Scared of


Because­ we can't quite
yet predict the weather.
But we can surely put
two and two together.

And we know
we must mend.
For our story has
to have bitter end.

But we'll try to
set out a plan.
Live our lives
best as we can.

Till that one day
we greet death.
Finally breathe
our last breath.
Why do we fear
the inevitable?
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