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  Nov 2014 sarah bell
SB-JC
People write poetry,
to clear their guilty souls.
To try and find hope,
in a world that's so cold.

They spill out their heart.
They spill out their soul,
in hopes that they find
some glistening gold.

Some form of release,
to put their worries to bed.
find the light in the tunnel
through all the crap they've been fed.

But not I.

The reason I write,
is all but too clear.
I write because I live,
and ill write until I disappear.
sarah bell Nov 2014
and you let him leave bruises
on your skin
so you'd know what it was like
when he was gone
(sjb)
sarah bell Nov 2014
and maybe i like
my coffee cold and bitter now
because as much as I hate to admit it,
it reminds me of you.
(sjb)
sarah bell Nov 2014
and maybe I just
get attached too easily
and maybe I just
get my hopes up too fast
but I cannot fight this feeling
in the pit of my stomach
that every single atom
of my existence wants to be with you every minute of everyday.
so no,
I cannot help but get my hopes up.
no, I cannot help
getting attached to you.  
because you taught me
I shouldn't turn others into my lungs and rely on them for every breath.
but I should allow things
like sunsets
and the ocean shore
and the way the stars look at 3 am take my breath away.
(sjb)
  Nov 2014 sarah bell
Rachel Morris
Go
Hourglasses glued onto tabletops
Clocks that will stop ticking
A song that will end at a motion of the conductor’s hand
So are the lives we hold
So stop being afraid of living
Go
Have an adventure in a city you’ve never heard of
Try on clothes you’d never dream of wearing
Jump into a pool fully clothed
Create art even when your brain says you shouldn’t
Say the things you were always too afraid to say
Love the people you were always too afraid to love
And stop wasting your time hating yourself
You cannot hate yourself into loving yourself
Be kind to those around you
And don’t forget to be kind to yourself
Hold his hand in the pouring rain
Kiss her cheek
Loose yourself in a book you always said you would never read
Fall in love with a fictional character
Then have your heart broken when the author decides it is their time to die
Tell the stories you were always too afraid to tell
Call that soul you miss deep inside your heart
Even if it’s 2AM
Remember that cameras and cell phones can only capture photos
They cannot capture memories and moments
Don’t waste your time capturing more pictures than memories
Don’t waste your time wondering what people will think of you
It does not matter what people think of you
Don’t forget to live
Don’t forget to love
Don’t forget to forgive
Don’t forget to ask for forgiveness
Remember that our bodies are not meant to enter the grave
Well preserved, without a single scratch
We should arrive at our graves exhausted, battered
Hearts filled with the adrenaline of adventure
And shout with our last breath, “****! What a journey!”
Life is messy
Life is hard
But most importantly, life
Only comes once
There are second chances in life
But there are no second chances at life
sarah bell Nov 2014
i can't remember to forget you
(sjb)
sarah bell Nov 2014
life is just a story and you are the binding of my book**
(sjb)
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