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Sarah Bell, 8 july 2013
Hell
Deep down in the fiery pits of hell
war has started if you couldn’t tell.
The burning souls are screaming,
the demons eyes are gleaming,
they kneel down before the devils throne.
He’s the one of power, giving the commands,
for each he has the devious of plans.
The red hot flames are prancing,
as the devil starts dancing,
he’s scorching each man’s bones.
Seeing darkness when you look in his eyes,
collecting cruel spirits each time one dies.
High above the dark angels now flying,
all the damned begin crying,
in one piercing echoing moan.
S.A.B. 2002
Sarah Bell, 13 october 2012
Our Own Worlds
You live in your head
this world all your own.
Where you create
beauty out of misery.
I too have a world
all my own.
Where I create nothing
for fear of imperfection.
You dream beyond
the norm of dreams.
Of fortune and fame
things your soul craves.
I dream simple
family, children, love.
For I have spent to long
living in my head.
S.A.B. Written 2011
Sarah Bell, 25 june 2012
Six Important Letters…
To my love, who inspires my dreams,
and my children with faces that gleam.
You share with God, dwellings of my soul
for without you, life wouldn’t be whole.
To my brothers, the crazy three,
babies to me you’ll always be.
No matter how far we shall part,
know always you reside in my heart.
To grandparents, raising me as their own,
made sure I felt like I was home.
All the others that gave a helping hand,
thanks for the foundation to stand.
To my parents, now far apart,
remember, passion gave my journey a start.
Hold on to it, let yourself love,
a little wisdom sent from above.
To all the others, to many to name,
who’ve gone, changed, or remained.
No surprise here, you should know,
you too have helped me love and grow.
To myself, the lucky one,
cherish your loved ones before their gone.
Hold them close, never let them go,
life’s over before you know.
S.A.B. 2010
Sarah Bell, 14 june 2012
Grandma
A Grandmother's love is easy to find,
a kind of gift never left behind.
The cause of the joy we all share,
is her kindness, love, and care.
She is always doing her part,
no one has a bigger heart.
She truly is a gift to us all,
there to catch us when we fall.
No matter how bad things got,
she was there and that meant a lot.
So now I'd like to take the time to say,
Thank You, Grandma, In Every Way.
Written S.A.B. 1996
Sarah Bell, 4 may 2012
Untitled
Bible lying open
rosary in my hand
reading the passages
trying hard to understand.
God loved the world so much
that he gave his only begotten son
if I believe hard enough
my end won’t really come.
I will go to heaven
live in paradise
happiness will be everlasting
that will be my prize.
For being a good little girl
saying my prayers before I sleep
knowing he will forgive me
that my soul he will keep.
Written S.A.B. 2002
Sarah Bell, 22 april 2012
Never-ending Dandelions
A dandelion
is a weed
looking harmless
even beautiful.
Still a weed
overtaking the grass
choking out
all other life.
Memories of You
are Dandelions
spreading rapidly
overpowering my mind.
Taking root in all
facets of my brain
weeding my garden always
with every breath I take
you still live in me.
When I see dandelions
I think of you and
how deeply rooted
you are in me.
Written 2011 S.A.B.
Sarah Bell, 22 april 2012
Poisonous Lullabies
I only know of lullabies
addressed to my soul
drip beautifully down
from your perfect lips
washing away my fears.
If you only knew all the
things you said to me
were poisoning my mind
sure not of the truth anymore
to many feelings colliding
swirling around my head.
I know you've stolen
many pieces of me away
selfishly for you
meanwhile i have not
the pleasure of being one.
Trust that i, foolishly
handed over to some degree
forever is gone now
til God himself erases
away all the emptiness
that the loss of you
has caused in me.
If you only knew
how i felt my love
thought you were a gift
sent from God himself
fate intervening from above.
Written 03/11 S.A.B.
Sarah Bell, 22 april 2012
K
Feeling like glass
you see all of me
for what I am
scratched and flawed
damaged like you.
Broken by life
hearing you speak
pain in your heart
echoes like poetry
to my unwavering ears.
Over whelming is the sound
your voice makes ripping
verses from my heart
knowing not you're stealing
fragments of my soul.
Written 07/11 S.A.B.
Sarah Bell, 22 april 2012
Mornings
When I wake to greet a day
the morning sun creeping in
pours light upon my tired face.
First in line thoughts of you
before I’ve touched a toe
to the floor beyond my bed.
Loneliness envelopes me
every fiber of my being
is crippled by my memories.
Rapidly getting suppressed
feelings being swallowed back
I rise to take my steps.
Simple things that meant nothing
a challenge they’ve become.
Coffee is ironically
poetically bitter sweet.
I sit now alone sipping
as sport clips flash across
a muted television screen.
Deep in thought on how
forgetting you maybe a choice
I haven’t the luxury to make.
Written 2011 S.A.B.
Sarah Bell, 20 april 2012
Pouring Emotions
Streaming tears
down my face
ever flowing,
Not from sadness
nor grief.
A frenzy you created
within my body,
Immense emotions flying
over whelming me.
with nowhere to go
but to trickle down
my cherry red cheeks.
Written 2011 S.A.B.
Sarah Bell, 20 april 2012
Blooming Love
Running my fingertips
up his spine
dancing in the passion
as our bodies intertwine.
One with our emotions
gazing in his eyes
wrapped in a moment
feeling love not lies.
Hopeful for the future
letting go of our past
real love blooming
praying it will last.
Written 2010 S.A.B.
Sarah Bell, 20 april 2012
Frozen
I remember mimicking lines
curves of this statue
in a courtyard at school.
knew not of the artist
who sculpted this beauty
nor could I tell you
the women waiting patiently
sitting frozen in a moment
simplicity in stone.
Though I tried to create
my version from artist vision
using charcoal, lines begin
running along paper
to invoke a feeling
of a moment I felt
I was the woman
frozen in time waiting
patiently for someone
to break the outer shell
freeing me from the binds
keeping me captive so long.
Written 2007 S.A.B.
Sarah Bell, 20 april 2012
The Artist
My hands are never still
never will they be “clean”
imagination never stops
a well oiled machine.
Millions of brushes
a zillion gallons of paint
will never be enough
for more my heart will ache.
Paper, walls, and canvas
precious things to me
used to express my feelings
for the world to see.
Written 2002 S.A.B.
Sarah Bell, 20 april 2012
Did I
Did I ever tell you
how much I really care?
Did I ever thank you
for always being there?
Did I ever tell you
you’re an angel in disguise?
Did I ever thank you
for a shoulder when I cry?
Did I ever tell you
what you mean to me?
Did I ever thank you
you’re as loving as can be?
Did I ever tell you
you’re a great friend too?
Did I ever thank you
for just being you?
Written By S.A.B. 1998
Sarah Bell, 19 april 2012
Letter to God
Why are we born?
Why do we die?
Why do we laugh?
Why do we cry?
Why are there no answers?
To life’s little questions?
Why don’t you God?
Give any explanations?
Why is there guilt?
Why is there shame?
Why is there joy?
Why is there pain?
Why do we have heaven?
Why do we have hell?
Does anyone know?
Will anyone tell?
Why is there the rich?
Why is there the poor?
Why do some get little?
And some get more?
Why is there love?
Why is there hate?
Why is there no time?
Are we all too late?
Why do things end up the way they do?
Hey God, I’m asking you?
Written 1999 S.A.B.
Sarah Bell, 19 april 2012
Reality
In my dreams as I sleep
evil of the world begins to creep
slowly in my mind I see
horrid images confronting me.
Death, torture, rape, and lies
crime, drugs, murder, alibis
so much pain, made me sick
how one could do any of it.
Not understanding the violence
why everyone sits in silence
no one willing to fight
standing up for what’s right.
Millions dying everyday
how do we live this way?
A world with so much hate
how’d we get to this state?
Couldn’t take more, let out a scream
waking me from my horrid dream
opened my eyes, astonished to see
nothing changed in front of me.
This hate, pain, and brutality
was all in our reality.
Written 2001 S.A.B.
Sarah Bell, 19 april 2012
1:50 am
Time ticks away
though the ridged hands
seem to fight the urge
minutes slowly disappear.
Amongst the dark
silently counting life
my body lays still
breathing in rhythm.
Mind drifting in-between
reality and dreams
blurring all the lines
deprived of sleep.
S.A.B.
Sarah Bell, 19 april 2012
His Eyes
His eyes shine, like heavenly stars
twinkling dreams, plucked from the sky
yet so far away for I to capture.
Eyes deep, like wishing wells
flooding my heart with emotion
once thought to be froze.
His eyes dark, like ink spilled on paper
writing messages on my mind
while analyzing the chapters.
Eyes dancing, like fire wildly
burning threw my body
taking glimpses at my soul.
His eyes sing, like music to my ears
songs of passion and lust
enchanted lullabies make me a mistress.
Eyes speaking, like water to my body
quenching my thirst for pleasure
still salt water and nothing more.
Written 2005 S.A.B.
Sarah Bell, 19 april 2012
Missing You
I love you more than anything
nothing could change the way I feel
my life seems so empty without you
and my world so unreal.
I remember how it was before
hope, happiness, pain, and heartache
the things that we’ve been through
sometimes more than I could take.
But in the end I realized
when all was said and done
if asked to do it over again
I would start back where it begun.
Not a day goes by that
I don’t want you here with me
can’t wait to hold in my arms
how lovely things used to be.
When I dream about the future
what do you think I see?
A future full of love and happiness
I see you sharing it all with me.
Wriiten 2003 S.A.B.
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Boli bo rektoskop to nie gadżet analny, więc
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Jutro jest niewyrażalne i nie do odgadnięcia.
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Drzewka do jedzenia:)
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złotej*
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kontoler żłotej poświaty
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