Sarah Bell, 8 lipca 2013
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Can’t take this anymore
Curl up here and cry.
Someone, anyone help me
Take away the pain
You don’t see it
But it’s there.
Please help me.
Sarah Bell, 8 lipca 2013
I want to be open
I want to be free
I want these chains broken
I want to be me.
Soul tells me to sing
My heart says to soar
Afraid to do either
So I close the door.
And lock myself away
Eyes blinded seeing no light
Mind says don’t speak up
I cannot fight.
Sarah Bell, 9 lipca 2012
Choosing damaged goods, for I am broken. Seeking my own kind, flawed, unpolished beaten down by circumstance. Deserving better my weakness choosing, finding comfort in instability.
Sarah Bell, 9 lipca 2012
Love poems amateur to most.
Passé, all been done, wasted paper and ink.
Poetry is emotion meant to invoke feelings, all kinds.
No cutting away slices of the emotional pie.
All pieces are a necessity, to being human.
Amateur is not, passionate love.
Sarah Bell, 9 lipca 2012
It’s true what they say
a fine line exists between
where love and hate lay.
Raw emotions, a tangled web
Swirling all together for
they share the same bed.
Sarah Bell, 9 lipca 2012
Sometimes I feel
the devil play
beautiful melodies across
the strings of my heart
as if it was a harp.
Sarah Bell, 4 maja 2012
As I fall into a deep slumber
my mind begins to wander
to a place I’ve never been
a place deep within.
Traveled to the core of my soul
within my heart, it isn’t whole
I am missing one key part
love from you with all your heart.
Sarah Bell, 4 maja 2012
Sometimes I sit and stare
out among the crowd
my mind begins to fly
high into the air
way above the sound
ideas of you
float amongst the clouds
drifting thru my dreams
a sweet music to my ears
Sarah Bell, 4 maja 2012
Love is attainable. It is all the little things. It’s a smile, a friendly wave, showing empathy and compassion. Reaching out when someone’s in need. It’s our basic human instincts that over time we’ve chosen to ignore.
Sarah Bell, 4 maja 2012
I have come to see rejection as a compliment. You get slapped in the face enough times you start to embrace it. You can’t crumble every time someone knocks you down. You press on. Continue your journey.
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