Poetry: An Assemblage of Wrongs

An Assemblage of Wrongs

Departing a room,

in which we both breathe,

Inspiration smashes,

the heart inside of me.

Your humble brilliance,

like something contagious,

Invades my atmosphere,

shatters all obligations.

Questioning glances,

some ancient puzzle.

Perhaps it’s attraction,

in a kindred souls muddle.

I won’t try to quiet,

stentorian songs.

My soul is enraptured

in an assemblage of wrongs.  

-Lisa M. Bello

Poetry: For A Friend

For A Friend

I spoke of your journey,

On that fatal day.

Of how you left this life,

With no final say.

How far did you travel,

When you were out of your mind?

It’s been a decade,

 And no clue can I find.

You walked into the forest,

 And laid on the land.

Nothing but the void,

No note in your hand.

You left in a blizzard,

On St. Valentine’s Day.

Razors in your pockets,

For your life’s final play.

And was it soothing,

The cold on your skin?

Was it relieving,

The torment you were in?

Was your last vision,

a blanket white?

Or was it the tunnel,

that ends with the light? 

- Lisa M. Bello

Poetry: Menagerie of Wonder

Menagerie of Wonder

I don’t care enough, to care how it looks

To gather the jigsaw, and read all your books

You’re a great mystery, with flashes of light

A jackrabbit journey, with no end in sight.

So, I pack a book bag, with no literature in it

Just flashlights, and moonbeams, and emotive trinkets.

My fingers cannot find, the right words

To spell out how I feel, and dispel the urge

To rip open your mind and run around inside

To breathe in your vapors, your joy, and your strife.

A forest of reasoning

Of darkness,

Of truth.

Waits inside

the vast country,

And the borders of you.

Your pulse and your blood,

Keeps driving me under.

To your blanket of truth

And your Menagerie of Wonder.

-Lisa M. Bello

Thursday Afternoon Songs: Triumph to Be Alive

Fifth Installment of Thursday Afternoon Songs: Triumph to Be Alive

Triumph to Be Alive

I don't need you to say
It’s all gonna be ok
Cuz from you it just don't mean a thing
From you it just don't mean a thing

The night comes and I’m afraid
I won't live to see the day
My friend finds it hard to survive
A triumph to be alive

It’s in one ear and out the other

But it's in one ear and out the other

Lacking in confidence
And making no fucking sense
But I’m trying harder than you
To chase away the blue

But it’s in one ear and out the other 

Yeah it's in one ear and out the other

One day it'll be gone
Never say you can't go on

A triumph, to be alive.

Thursday Afternoon Songs: Always

Fourth Installment of Thursday Afternoon Songs


Always

What a day I had today
More than one drink could make it go away
But I don't think so I said
I just can't get you out of my head

What did you think we would do?
Everyone waited for you

It’s a hard road I know
And the journey's so slow
But the people along the way
Either fail or make you safe

The hardest thing to do
Is sit here waiting for the truth.

And when you're gone
Remember me strong
And where you go
Remember my love
Always

Just what did you think we would do?
Everyone waited for you.

Thursday Afternoon Songs: Bleed Red

Second Installment of Thursday Afternoon Songs

Bleed Red

There’s a message in the heartache.

There’s a message in the pieces.

Gotta’ man up fight your demon.

And break away from all that scheming.

All the wouldn’t and the couldn’t.

All excuses don’t you know that?

All the grudges and the fighting,

Makes peace more elusive.

Our precious hearts, we’re not in need of anymore

Well, I’d rather be dead.

These aching arms, left empty by lovers

Well, we all bleed red.

I don’t want to be afraid now.

I don’t want to wash away now.

You’re in trouble if you’re thinking

You can survive on all that hate

And

All the drugs won’t make your heart grow

All the faith won’t help you to let go.

Our precious hearts, we’re not in need of anymore

Well, I’d rather be dead

These aching arms, left empty by lovers

Well, we all bleed red

And

You can’t take, the world and all its upsets

But

I swear it’s really beautiful.

To give in, to drastic measures

When we all bleed red.

What will you say at the end?

When all the flowers are dead?

When all the tears start to flow

You look

And

See no one you know.

When I live and you just breathe

Yes

I’ll live and you’ll just breathe.

Thursday Afternoon Songs: Fairytale

I am going to start posting bits of my writing here for the internet to look at. I will start with some of the lyrics I have written.

I'll call it: Thursday Afternoon Songs

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Fairytale endings, are what dreams are made of

Well, prince charming is dead.

And your ships never gonna come in, you're fooling yourself you know it.

With all of this in your head.

But I gotta believe in something

Cuz' you believe in nothing

You tell me I’m crazy

Well yeah maybe I am

I see the city behind the smog

Hope and feeling, love and meaning, aren’t pleasures empty

No matter what you say.

But I gotta believe in something

Cuz' you believe in nothing

When the world is falling down will you say you believe?

In the end,

The end,

Of the world.

But I gotta believe in something

Cuz' you believe in nothing