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I walk over the skulls
On the killing fields
The wolf as eaten
His human yield.
I have twenty four hours
To slay this foe
To stop the killings
And all the black woe.
The moon rises to
End the darkest of days
The wolf is close
Tonight I must slay,
When eats me I shall not cry
I’ve poisoned myself
Like me it will slowly die.
I sacrificed myself
So others shall live
I take it’s life
Mine I shall give.
I am blind
I cannot see
My imagination
Do's it for me.
Come to me
Let me feel
Your skin,
Don’t let the
Wheelchair
Cloud you within.
The eyes and chair
Are just my cover
Use your imagination
And be my lover.
It do's not need
To be complex
Out of my wheelchair
We can have ***.
I need you to love me
I need to feel free
Being with you
My imagination
Can see.
Ducking for apples
In red hot fat
I am ugly
I can deal with that.
Being trolled
On face book
Social media on line
Just arseholes having
A whine.
My inner beauty
Comes from a kind heart
A lovely slice of cake
A tip top start.
Trouty lips not for me
Looks silly on a
Fatty don’t you see,
I deal with everything
Except being ignored
This is plain rude and it
Makes me abhor.
Mark Bell Aug 9
Prickly as a cactus
Cunning as a fox
A pretty live wire
A Jack in the box.
Sweet Marie
A burning flame
You need to
Lighten up
To play
The loving game.
You have a kind heart
Beautiful eyes,
Exterior so hard
You make the sun cry.
I will persevere
To bring out the
Kindness in you
Break through the hardness
It’s what I shall do.
Mark Bell Aug 8
Cupboards are bare
Refugees die
War and hatred
Make children cry.
Playgrounds are closed
Books are not read
Eyes of the children are
Full of dread.
Schools become hospitals
Propaganda will rule
People hate people
The child becomes fuel.
The flame of hatred
Is still alight today
It’s always been
This stupid way.
Mark Bell Aug 5
Nothing prepared me for
What was to come,
I met a woman, lovely
So full of fun.
We walked and talked
For many an hour
The day was a blanket
Of sun and showers.
Into the evening
We drank and danced
We played roulette
And took a chance,
We walked home and
Went straight to bed
Stripped of and naked
My heart skipped a beat as
Freda became Fred.
Mark Bell Aug 4
Sad
So many
heartaches
In the world
Are we compatible
Boys and girls.
Love is like
A ring of fire
Rights and wrongs
Attached to desire.
I really don’t get it
That’s why I’m alone,
I definitely ain’t
A rolling stone.
On my grave stone
My epitaph will say
An unopened heart
Didn’t come out to play.
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