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Mark Bell May 23
Good days
Bad days
The line is thin
Emotions have dried
There eating
You within.

Let me back in
I’ve done
nothing wrong
Let me back in
It’s where I belong.

I’ll sit on the floor
Outside your door
A week
A month
Even a year
Your worth
The fight
I love you
My dear.

Why you are like this
I do not know
Your sunshine is there
Please let it glow.
Let me back in
I’ve done
nothing wrong
Let me back in
It’s where I belong.
Mark Bell May 23
Birthdays have lost
There happiness
Playgrounds gates
Have closed
Corruptive politicians
Are going unopposed.

Where will the children play
When trolls and hatred
Have there wicked way
Definitely not on
Social media
Where lots of them
become prey.

Children become adults
Social media is their addiction
Lots of propaganda
Lots of friction
Where will the adults play
When media has its way.
Mark Bell May 23
Libraries have
there bibliophiles
***** feeders
have there dens
Vincent had his
paint brushes
Enid Blyton had
her pens.
Churches have there
Stories about
good and bad
Asylums have
there straight jackets
For people who
Go mad.
Dr Jekyll has Mr Hyde
An iceberg needs the cold
My old grandad
Needs a wig he’s
Going awfully bald.
Mark Bell May 23
Im sat in a puddle
There’s been no rain
Eating cheese
And cucumber sandwiches
Life’s never plain.

Im sitting in my bath
In a bright clown suit
No hot water
Just puréed fruit
Life’s never plain
Bonkers inane.

Im swinging from a rope
My life has passed
It’s all been chaos
One big farce
Life’s never plain
Please let it rain.
Mark Bell May 20
Anti this
anti that
Anti woke
Anti fat.
Anti religion
Anti despair
Anti believing
Anti care.
Anti ladies
Anti men
Anti love
Anti hate
Anti karma
Anti fate.
Anti freedom
Anti law
Anti justice
Anti life
Anti the guy
Who ****** my wife.
Actually he was cool.
Mark Bell May 19
As I woke
One blue dawn
A robin sat on
My window ledge
To greet the
coming morn.
He was small
with a redbreast
So sweetly did he sing
It brought joy to
My heart that
Little bird did bring.
As my head rose
From my pillow
I slowly left my bed
I gently closed my window
And crushed it’s
******* head.
Mark Bell May 18
I am alone
Dark is my room
The cockroaches hide
Black roses can’t bloom.
Windows don’t let
Through the sun
In my room
There is no fun.
I think I’m the
Living dead
Stuck in a book
That no one has read.
I am alone
Dark is my room
Serpents and demons
Bring in the doom.
I need light
There is no light
I need love
There is no love
I need
There is no need.
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