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Mar 2021 · 165
Just a thought
Mark Bell Mar 2021
Mothers fathers sons and daughters
These trade wars will end in mindless ..slaughter
History as told us about capital gain
On poor old humanity acid will rain.

The bankers are blinded on pure greed
Amazon and apple just plant the seed
The carrot is dangled. Humans  believe
This is where governments play and deceive.

Snowflakes are on there mobile phones
Make up girls in bedrooms all alone
Trying to live not knowing nature is blood
But in reality we are all lost,  and  misunderstood .

Mass migration the whole world is a disease
Global climate we need a good freeze
Viruses thrive when humanity is weak
I think the framework of humanity is starting to creak.
Jan 2021 · 147
Emptiness
Mark Bell Jan 2021
Sold my soul to the devil
No good to me
Loneliness as eaten it bad
Cash came in handy.

My being not worth a dime
Loneliness should be made a crime
Sold my soul to the devil
Is life a waste of time.

Life been good
Life been bad
Soul so sad
Cash came in handy.

Never asked to be given life
Who gave me this emptiness
Chemicals in my brain
Am I going lady ga ga.
Jan 2021 · 96
Doom and gloom
Mark Bell Jan 2021
The doors were open in 48
Diseases have been spread
Global immunity I think not
We just morn the dead.

To **** a virus the host must die
Nature will not cower away,
A virus is the hangman
Inside this deadly play.

All viruses are dead
Until it finds a host
immune system overload
Do you hear the Last post.

Close the doors
Humans rebel
Close the doors
Creates hell.

Good times
Bad times
Viruses have the upper hand
Good times bad times
Death across the land
Jan 2021 · 103
Drugs versus nature
Mark Bell Jan 2021
A shot in the arm
Then life goes on
A serum for the weak
Nature is always harsh.

playing with fire
Who lives and dies
hear humanity cry
Laws of nature do not apply.

Save the weak
Save the old
Save the vulnerable
Disaster will unfold.

Drug companies have
Found their holy grail
Humanity will crumble and fall
7 billion customers,there
Going to have a ball.

Variant diffrent every year
The money keeps rolling in
Get your shot in the arm
At seventy life begins.

Mess around with dieing
Then Life becomes a mess.
Suicide rate will hit a high
Life becomes a game of chess.
Oct 2020 · 90
Bullet or a virus
Mark Bell Oct 2020
Soldiers who runs  away from death
Them cowards they would say
A bullet or a virus
Cannot tell the time of day.
they should have had a lockdown
Not sent them youngsters of to war
Now if they would have stayed at home
They would have lived for sure.

Bullet or a virus
Both muck about
With our heads
What are we running away from
Jun 2020 · 134
Time should not be wasted
Mark Bell Jun 2020
Tick tock tick tock
Time is at a low
Tick tock tick tock
Where shall we all go.

Heaven will not except this
It can feel all the angry hate
Heaven is this natural world
Stop before its to late.

We are just passengers
Stuck in a hateful time
this world will eradicate us
Like it has done in the past.

Tick tock tick tock
Time will always decide
tick tock tick tock
When two worlds wish to collide.

Fly the flag of hypocrisy
Dance to the establishment tune
Fly the flag of madness
As the cow jumped over the moon.
Jun 2020 · 101
Species of animal is broken
Mark Bell Jun 2020
I'm sorry for being white
I'm sorry for being black
I'm sorry we can't enjoy life
We are broken that's a fact.

I'm sorry that you hate me
I'm sorry that I hate you
I'm sorry that we don't understand
Ask God to give us a clue.

Humans are broken people,
We have slaughtered through the years
Then how do we solve this problem
It's in the darkness in our tears.

Change don't come in prose
Slaughter has been the way
Millions more will feel the pain
It's in bred inside the day.

I'm sorry for being poor
I'm sorry for being rich
I'm sorry I was never asked to be born
And neither were ******* you.
Jun 2020 · 99
I took the blame
Mark Bell Jun 2020
My sweet love now gone
20 years,maybe more
Still wishing that one day
She will walk through the open door.
Alas I know, it shall never will be
See I shot her through the head
when I was 23.

The lack of chemicals in my brain
My heart will never cry
She will dance inside my eyes
Until the day I die

It was my fault she had no life
I took all the heartless blame
The ****** and the dopamine
Thought it was a sweet little game.

20 years more to serve
I know I'll never be free
Caged and broken from ones birth
a human lost that's me.
Jun 2020 · 59
Under privileged no
Mark Bell Jun 2020
I had no shoes
Just Hand me down pants
Not a pair of trainers in sight,
Food was scarce
Boredom was rife
It was freezing cold at night.
Don't insult me by saying
I was under privileged .
Tv was a pleasant dream
Not a dazzling 60inch screen
Not much contact, oh we did moan
we did not idle on ones  mobile phones
Please mr bbc do not say we were poor
We were not rotten to the privileged core.
Everybody's so sorry for the ******* past
Everybody,s trying to be right
Take your head from up your ****
I'm not interested in your plight.
Jun 2020 · 63
Lives don't matter
Mark Bell Jun 2020
Lives do not matter
Black or white
We are just statistics
In a bucket of *****.

Blacks **** blacks
Whites **** whites
Death toll mounts
In a bucket of *****

The horrors we inflict
Race upon race
Lives don't matter
It's power we chase.

Whom do's a life matter
In a bucket of *****
Because we are only a number
Black or white.
Jun 2020 · 108
I'm sorry it's fantasy
Mark Bell Jun 2020
I'm sorry for being me
I'm sorry for you being you
I wish we were all the same
You know it's all laughable

I want us to be all rich
And live where we are equal
I wish it we were the same you and me
You know it's a all  just fantasy.

I teach you what's right and wrong
You teach me what's right and wrong
We all hold hands and skip with glee
You know the world is a fantasy

There is no bad just only good
all races smiling all understood
All races agreeing you and me
I'm so sorry you will never see this fantasy

Words like racism gone forever
All roses and ice cream
Just as we turn the corner ,blink
in the back ground you will
all hear humanity scream.
Mark Bell Jun 2020
Living in the shade
Yearning for light
When you get it,
It will surely burn

Grass is Greener
On the other side
Fantasy a wonderful thing
Heartache and yearning
Without wisdom and learning
Can then change really begin.

Minorities want change
Earning it with words
You no it only comes with death
It's the way, It hurts to say
And really ******* absurd.
Mark Bell Jun 2020
When the oppressed rise up
The death toll mounts
There is no other way

Seeds are sown
In violence today
The death toll will mount
There is no other way

Minority's claw
For a piece of the cake
The death toll will rise
Our futures are at stake.

Changes only happen
In the flames of hell
The death toll will rise
And take you as well.

Power and control
With bullet less guns
You can't be ruled by the weak
Paradise with out racism
It's a fantasy you seek.

The world will slip back into hell
Millions of will surely die
The seeds of today have now been sowed
Humans again will cry.
Jun 2020 · 57
A gun with no bullets
Mark Bell Jun 2020
Grasping at the future
With an empty bucket
The Sun and the moon
Writing there obituaries
while earthlings say **** it.

Holding on to the past
Laden down with hate
the rich and the poor
Writing their obituaries
It's the earthlings fate.

Living in the present
Darkness in the sky
The seeds of the future
Will germinate
And then still ask ******* why.
Jun 2020 · 63
Virus verses skin colour
Mark Bell Jun 2020
Disease 19 has been killing all races for fun
Now there out there protesting humans are dumb

Disease 19 will not care about the colour of skin
This pesky little virus will **** you from within.

Disease 19 starts to spread and and the death toll shall rise
so all of this protesting against raceism is not ******* wise

Of to the hospital I can not breathe
You ******* dumb animals it's hard to believe
Mark Bell Jun 2020
Lives don't matter black or white
Control is the establishments way,
Dumb animals as humans are
We are a statistic in a game they play.

Bricks through windows rioting *****
Do you really think they give a ****,
Countries send millions to there deaths
They don't give a **** between black or white
They just give them number,a loaded gun
to surrender or stand up and fight.

Animals are racist that's what we are
A species divided between love and hate
The only time of true equality
Is when you walk through the pearly gates.

We are blinded by the colour of ones skin
Every animal has Bright blood red
Violence has its always been
Us The statistics end up dead
Apr 2020 · 75
Health
Mark Bell Apr 2020
In a cue thee other day
To buy some basic needs
Three people smoking tobacco
Wearing Protective masks indeed
This virus is a respiratory disease
It attacks the way we breathe
Us dumb humans succumb
And ******* bleed
Apr 2020 · 76
Virus
Mark Bell Apr 2020
As an animal species
The old must die
Other species fight this
They do not cry
There's no nhs
The genes must survive
That's what keeps
There species alive.
When young are weak
The future looks bleak
thee old take drugs to survive
You can not sustain this madness
To keep humanity alive.
Apr 2020 · 77
Look for a brighter side
Mark Bell Apr 2020
do some coke
Drink some wine
Really don't care if
The sun don't shine

Do some ******
Drink some ***
Really don't care if
The blues have come

Do some whiskey
Smoke some ***
Really don't care if
You die or not

Isolation
*******
Fill the screen with ****
Really don't care
From the day I was born
Mark Bell Apr 2020
I think the Chinese
Got this all Wong
The virus to spread
To quell the riots in honk Kong

A trade war with America
Starvation has begun
So let's spread a virus
And have some financial fun

Americans and the Chinese
The Germans and Jews
So let's spread the virus
And give the world the blues

Bankrupt all countries
China will provide
America will give loans
While governments still lie

Spread the virus
Far and wide
Communism democracy
I'll let you decide

Mass migration stops
Before it's to late
Millions start cueing
At the pearly gates

Why don't the Chinese play cricket
Because they ate all the bats
Nov 2019 · 116
Afraid of oneself
Mark Bell Nov 2019
Crawling out from under my stone
10,000 years I've been there,have I?
My prey is that I want to eat myself
So I can become something I'm not.

Devil ,God and the deep blue sea
Everybody seems to want a part of me.

I have no mirrors, there evil.
Nov 2019 · 111
Ode to war
Mark Bell Nov 2019
Dead dead when you could have lived
Freedom is it all worth it.
You experience no freedom when your dead
Bullet in the brain, medal on chest
Do warmongers really want to do there best.
Let's all run with the monkey pack
**** or be killed thats what they say
death is just a battlefield
where children fear to play.
War memorials,
obituaries in tutorials
A statue,poppy oh so read
War is a game,
A game to play where the participants end up dead.
Nov 2019 · 149
Sweet marie
Mark Bell Nov 2019
Sweet Marie a lover of mine
oh well she died
I didn't,I never cried.
Sweet Marie,oh was so sweet
I wished,why did we meet.
Sleeping alone has its desire
sweet Marie died,then she caught fire.
I got her ashes in a urn
Love is for idiots when do we learn.
Nov 2019 · 140
Love oh well
Mark Bell Nov 2019
To love is to sing in lovers meadows
To love is to burn,to love is to bury
To love is to bleed in lovers eyes
And then ditch them.
Nov 2018 · 247
Chains
Mark Bell Nov 2018
Born in chains
Razor blade rains
Freezing cold fires
Non born desires

The faith I keep
I shall not weep
Battles daily
Battlefield called life
These chains I fight

I ride into the sun
On a sleigh of ice
I dance in the rain
Knowing its all inane

Chained into restrictions
I was born ,to many rules
Chained into a stewpot
These links I must fool

Bound to be unbounded
I need to be freed
Chains and lock
Keep me an unfertilised seed

My life .
My chair
My chains
My faith
I die
Nov 2018 · 137
Feeling of not being open
Mark Bell Nov 2018
A heart without love
Space without stars
an unused womb
It's a lonely place.

Unspoken words
An unwritten tune
A melody without a stave
Who am I to walk alone
Slowly to my grave.

Withering away
Closing of mind
Sadness of the dark
I am the lonely place
Nov 2018 · 190
Daydreaming
Mark Bell Nov 2018
Trees they wave
To welcome the birds
I sit and drink my tea
Thine eyes are the portal
To my imagination
Why is number four next to three?
I wonder in awe
My gaze is blind
welcoming hello's
It's sweet I find.
On a day dreaming bench
My thirst I shall quench
As the trees welcome in the birds.
Nov 2018 · 180
Diffrent
Mark Bell Nov 2018
Eft the newt
In its pin striped suit
Dancing with the clown,
Big red nose,big red boots
Knocking the boundaries down.
Oct 2018 · 139
Hatred
Mark Bell Oct 2018
Naked humans cannot hate
It's symbols and clothes
Determine our fate
They say it's good to belong
This is why humans
Have got it all wrong.
The whole wide world should
Be one big nudist camp,
Everybody the same
Blood is blood
Is hatred natural or just
Mis-understood.
Oct 2018 · 192
Incitement
Mark Bell Oct 2018
Death is just a breath away
Cut your throat now no delay
Life is just more wasting time
Can this ditty be really a crime
Go on do it ,you really well can
Blade is sharp is it all going to plan
Listen to me heaven can't wait
So cut your throat before its to late.
Oct 2018 · 130
My friend Jane
Mark Bell Oct 2018
i want to be good
But that's not me
I'm terribly bad
And I do so agree.
Internal ramblings
In my twisted brain
Abyss of darkness
Where I met Jane.
Dear dear Jane
My manipulative friend
You tangled me in your web
Dear dear Jane
My psychopath friend
We shall dance till we are dead.

The end
Oct 2018 · 160
Downfall
Mark Bell Oct 2018
Fallen from my pedastol
Drowning in my sorrow,
Dark days on thee horizon
Can,t face many more tomorrow,
The audience and the pedastol
I was not born for such a scene
The life of the fallen actor
Summed up in cyanide ice cream.
Sep 2018 · 140
Poor me
Mark Bell Sep 2018
Give me the pills
To fight my ills
Poor psychotic me.
Never free from a violent mind
Who am l ? Never to be kind
Poor psychotic me.
North and south
Fight to become my mouth
My brain on a runaway train
who am I? Psychotic me
With a well befuddled brain.
i wish I wish I didn,t have to repeat
My mind has suddenly gone blank
Who am I ? Who am I ?
I!m a goldfish in a disappearing tank
Sep 2018 · 126
Feeling sad
Mark Bell Sep 2018
Poor old me my poetry is crap
In life it's zilch,I can deal with that.
With every word with every breath
Poetry is poetry, death is death.
Sep 2018 · 139
Just wasting time
Mark Bell Sep 2018
Wave of euphoria
Swept across my brain
Why was I happy?
When I'm going insane.
They feed me pills
For my mental ills
Yippeeee,!
Solitary confinement
Stuck,nowhere to go
the light bulb is dimming
Now that is a blow.
The Dolphins blow kisses
As the sparrows drink wine
Then darkness creeps forward
It's just a matter of time.
Sep 2018 · 112
Untitled
Aug 2018 · 125
Who made who
Mark Bell Aug 2018
Who made who
It wasn't me ,see
So who did.?
God for bid it was not him
If it was, life would be grim
oh it is !
We live we cry
We **** we die
Oh we do!
depressing depressing
Good god my minds *******
Who made who
In this world of stew
It wasn't me, see
So give us a clue please do.
Aug 2018 · 141
Out of luck
Mark Bell Aug 2018
I brought a gnu without a paddle
I wish l knew I brought a gnu
I would have purchased a saddle.
Tickle be mum with a soft white feather
While all dressed up in all black weather.
the canoe and I decided to dream
Of milkshake and Bombay duck,
That's why in the scheme of things
I think I'm all out of luck.
Aug 2018 · 192
Rocky interesting road
Mark Bell Aug 2018
im going to heaven in my rowing boat
With a kangaroo and a hippo named Fred
The journey seemed to be  quite interesting
until Fred had a dump.
I'm going to heaven in a bright yellow car
Because the boat was covered in ****.
Heaven is a place on earth
it's not imaginary you know
Clangers  live upon the moon
in a sweet diverse picture show.
Poetry is not my strongest point
But I play a mean game of darts,
While unraveling an anagram
Of thee orchestra and thee cart horse
o sol le mio
Ice cream for me I'm still going to heaven
Cause I got a ticket
May 2018 · 159
Sweet
Mark Bell May 2018
Sweet smell of the roses
Romance ain't dead
We embraced while naked
Then we took pleasure to bed
A night to remember passion was there
Flesh upon flesh sweet.
May 2018 · 139
Unsure
Mark Bell May 2018
I question good
I question bad
I'm very good
Then very sad
Thoughts of love
Thoughts of hate
Always uneasy
An unopened gate
l need a woman
To crack this nut
I'm the nearly man
Singing but but but
A ****** I be sitting
On a unbuilt wall
Smiling happily
waiting .
May 2018 · 137
Oh dear
Mark Bell May 2018
All this rain we are having I brought myself  a gnu
It arrived at my door with out a paddle
I'm thinking what do I do now
so I went a brought brite red saddle.
My aunt died in the night I kept in a box
It got out somehow I flattened it with my sock.
I'm not very good at smelling,
But my pet bee can hum
I like whiting crappie ditties its
Fun fun fun fun fun.
Nurse nurse where are you
I do like to be beside the seaside.
Apr 2018 · 160
I'm cold and old
Mark Bell Apr 2018
I'm getting old,I'm always cold
Do I really want to die.
Bones are creaking
Mind is failing
I can see no reasons why.
They stuck me in a chair
To watch TV
Hope and despair collide
Oh **** I've had a heart attack
I've only gone and died.
I was old, no longer cold
ive gone to meet my maker
Of in a box to the village crem
With my mate thee undertaker.
Apr 2018 · 133
Seasons
Mark Bell Apr 2018
Thee enigma of stone
On our hallow land
The ****** snow shall coat,
Ptarmigan and the wise old owl
cuddling to stay afloat.
Hydra the nymph and the dragonfly
Warming their minds for spring
While The northern lights do a dance
And the nightingale begins to sing
Rays of the sun,summer has begun
hares and the bluebells do jive
Thee enigma of stone on our hallowed land
As everything seems to come alive.
Green turns to brown as the warm air fades
Thee onset of winter draws near
Ptarmigan and the wise old owl say **** not again.
Apr 2018 · 241
Three is better than two
Mark Bell Apr 2018
Three blind mice
One on dope
So thee other two shot him
Now they can't cope
A problem occurs
The end you cannot see
Two don't work its always
Better with three.
Rivers become seas
Without the banks and trees
I cannot cope when it's me me,
Three hands on a clock while it's telling time
Two little mices now swinging for their crime,
Troublesome
Apr 2018 · 152
Puddles
Mark Bell Apr 2018
Sitting down in puddles
Splashing in the rain
Eating cucumber sarnies
My actions are never plain.
Anything for a little titter
Anything for a little laugh
sitting here writing this ****
In a clown suit ,in my bath.
Comedian,chameleon
300 shades of red and green
Busted my gut trying to be funny
The surgeon removed my spleen.
Sitting down in puddles
With my sandwiches oh so wet
ten days straight in that clown suit
A little I began to fret.
Sweet days .
Feb 2018 · 160
Thoughts
Mark Bell Feb 2018
They come and go
These horrible thoughts,
Not staying long
Never to be caught.
The thought police
Are grabbing and pulling,
There I stand a rusty shilling.
Twisted mind a tortured soul
I swim around my begging bowl.
The Ravens peck at my open eyes
A nightmare in which I live
Sometimes I wish that I could cry
My head is an open sieve.
Feb 2018 · 196
It's all gobblykook to me
Mark Bell Feb 2018
Recorded my life on a postage stamp
I used a five inch brush
Once cycled up Mount Everest
Who cares
The Sherpa didn't know
How to change a wheel
So I retired and lived in Kent.
Frankly my dear I don't give a ****
David Bowie to the laughing gnome
Sit there on your uneaten mushroom
And i weave you a song on the loom
Album me up I'm just a lost sticker
Lights going twenty watts
I don't like cricket I love it
Head lock holiday
Feb 2018 · 181
Oh dear
Mark Bell Feb 2018
Dreaming of a loving encounter
My emotions burn ,
Acid rain pours
From a uncertain watering can
What do I do when I haven't a clue
I **** myself
Feb 2018 · 176
Dreaming of a day out
Mark Bell Feb 2018
Sweet little spots
on a Dalmatians coat,
The plimsol line
On a turquoise boat.
Jack in the box
With a turbo Spring
A door bell dancing
To its own ring ting.
Alone I am in a dull
Sound proof room,
Come to me nurse
With your razor sharp spoon
Oh I do like to be beside the seaside
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