This Is Me

The most popular page on my blog is 'Love Fallen From Parting' so have a look. It is a poem that can really touch the heart. I will post again later, for now I am walking home with my boyfriend and plan to watch Sparticus when we arrive. Good Day.

Dear Angel. I have been watching you. Watching the way you move, it is very elegant, Compared to our human step. I know you see, But you don't acknowledge me, Whilst I await your arrival. I have read books, Many, They describe just what I see, Deep inside of me. Or what I want to be, But will never be, In my fascinating imagination. I wished you too have wings Of pure white. Not possible of stain or tinge, With flames of warmth Not possible of singe, Or scar. The sensation of paragraph, Not line or phrase, Reality in the eyes, Of a poetry queen. You become real to me. Save me inside. Angel, take flight. And soar across my senses. Boneata Bell Thursday 28th April 3:02PM

Something about you, makes me wonder why you picked me. The wings I imagine you to have seem to wrap around me like they are meant to be there. I'm wishing men had wings. Like angels. Wings that only one pair of hands can touch. But that is a fantasy. That only so many people will share. Others will question. And others will deny.

Is life a game or a reality? Lesson one. Understanding.   We have routine. We live life as tiny individual robots doing our duty to our country. We pay our bills, our taxes and genrally we live by our morals. We share what we learn, we teach, we are taught and we understand, which is, in my opinion one of the most important lessons we ever learn. To understand.   As a country, charity is a big issue, we understand the suffering of those around us, we understand the suffering of those we do not see in other countries and we understand the suffering of animals. Not only do we care, we do our best to help. As one, we seek the closeness of two. Once recieved we hurt when they hurt, we bleed emotionally while they bleed phisically, we rejoice in happiness to see them smile and most of all we learn to behave as one, scientifically two stand where one has been created. To become one, understanding is the begining lesson.   Life is a journey. We make mistakes, we lie, we decieve,...

There are a few devoted animal lovers following what I write on this blog on the subject of stopping animal cruelty, as they know my dream is to help animals using my words to help people understand the pain and cruelty deep behind what goes on... So I will do my very best to post animal poetry besides my other poetry to continue with this dream. I am currently working on a poem for this topic, this will be my third in the category. Thank you for following what I do and please do not ever stop helping animals. Love them with all of your heart. Boneata Bell

I am burning insence sticks. Probably so that the smell of lavender will fill my room. I have become so comfortable in this area That it pains me. The sound of his howl brings me to life. He's a lot more man than beast. The doors won't close because I have crammed them too full with future and present essence. Nobody will let me be alone anymore. Nor will he. Boneata Bell  17/04/2011 17.50

Delicate pinpricks, Whilst the moist raindrops, Pour down on me. I am un-noticed. Like the wind, I am there, Beyond the surface, Of the air. Folicles, each attacked by breeze, And wheather Of many kinds, I am noticed, Burnt by rays, Soothed by lotion, But scarred for days. Protective, in ways, But more of a burdern, With many precausions, Day by day. Almost a hunter, with a Natural substance, your skin to the bone. Cause of destruction. The actions of skin, Tones of deep purple, Colours of jet black, No point in denying though, If I left you'd want me back. Boneata Bell 15/04/2011 01.14

The biggest dream I have in life Is to be skinny. The cloths that I will never wear Seem to clutter my wardrobe, And dreams of fitting into the 'small' section in the shops, Seems to never happen. If only. I hate to be touched, because I know that I am bulky. You don't feel like I will break when you handle me, Believe me that is what I want. Passion killer when since the age of ten you have been upset and ashamed of your body. And the comments you ignoor in the school playground as you are compared to girls that you feel are a little bigger than yourself. Makes you want to die. The happines when something small fits. When deep inside, you know it must be flexible. Or a large fitting. But never mind - the label says you are small. When somebody calls you beautiful. And you smile. But never believe, never ever ever Believe. When you are scared to sit, because the tummy you pull inwards in the mirror cannot be pulled inwards sat down. N...

I'll throw you a rose...                                                     Leave you standing there alone... If they prik you...                                                   I'll be with you very soon. In help               In fear                        In war                                         I                                         Will                ...

She smiles. No more emotion shown in one glance, Than that of flirtation. She smiles. At the thought of their very first dance. In her innocence of flirtation. She grows. As he returns, he goes. Back to his home. She grows. Shivering from hurt, As he walks away from her. She grins. His cheeky rhymes and cool sense of, Giving in to her quiet mummer. She grins. As he tickles her sides, She has a NEW WORLD of pride. She cries. As he stands by her side for that moment, And that time. She cries. As he stays his goodbyes. He is forced to walk on by. She screams. Under pressure with a look upon her face. A secret expression. She screams. At the work of his steady pace. A link between the two. She sighs, as he pulls away her mind, She is forced to sigh. She sighs, as he pulls away her hand, Drags her on the sunset's sand's, Kisses her beneath the moon, And speaks. 'Forever comes too soon'. Boneata Bell Copyright applies Friday 8th April, 10:3...

It's all I know so far, The darkness of these walls. The distinctive sounds. The rythmatic, gentle pounds, Of mummy's heart beating. Mummy moves, gently. But each step burns, I try to turn. Patience is a virtue. Inside my tiny head. I'm hungry, my tiny tummy screams. I can't make a single sound. Mummy's love, so profound. She touches me. She tickles me. To see her face, I struggle to break free. Darkness. I kick. Oh why am I making my mummy so sick? A voice, calming. Daddy is close by. I want to scream, I want to cry. I'm afraid. Mummy where are you? Please speak. Noises in their room Don't worry daddy, 'Cos I'll be with you very soon. Boneata Bell January 9th 2010

Like the breeze, when you touch me. It burns. It hurts. You are nowhere but everywhere In this hell hole. Was I really born to die? You creep behind me, A tall shadow against my skeleton. Let it be. I whimper, I call to my mum, Only two weeks ago I left her side, I run, I hide. Eight weeks ago I was born. Colours, black and white, To the naked eye, Between her and I. Love and beauty. Now I call, To the crumbeling wall, Of my alcoholic owner, As he bruises my back, I try to attack, The metal in my face. It's over. Boneata Bell 00.25 07.04.2011

I am a volunteer for the RSPCA Charity and I also volunteer for the Blue Cross Animal Hospital . I am very passionate about animals and the way they are treated. My dream is to help animals, to love and to care for them in ANY way that I can. I am a budding poet in North-East Lincolnshire, so I realised one of the other ways I could help animals is to write about them. To help others to understand their needs. So that is what I am going to do. Personally I have quite a few animals and I am happy that I get to hear the recovery stories of many animals across the country, unfortunatly however, not all is positive. Help me to help animals all over the world simply by reading what I post on this blog.The more fans that I get, the more the word is spreading and the more people will understand. Thank you for your time. Boneata Bell

ANIMAL ABUSE I CRAWL BETWEEN MY HOLLOW WALLS, FEEL THE GROUND CLOSING IN UPON MY PAWS, ALTHOUGH I TALK, THERE COMES NO SOUND, AND AS I WAIT MY HEART BEAT POUNDS. I SMILE SWEET A SONG I KNOW JUST BEATS BETWEEN MY WOUNDED EARS YOURE THE ONLY ONE I FEAR. YOUR FOOTSTEPS GRACE ME WITH SUDDEN SOUND, AND AGAIN MY CRYING HEART BEAT POUNDS, I SHIVER WITH A TRUEFULL GLARE YOUR PRESENCE IS FOLLOWING ME WITH YOUR STARE A GLOW OF HOPE I PRAYFULLY UNLEASH FOLLOWED BY ANOTHER ONE HERE THEY'RE BOTH THE ONES I REALLY FEAR.   Boneata Bell

There are no minds left un-opened. No words, left unsaid. Just two hearts full of hatred, And two hearts full of dread. No stars to fill the skyline, Just the dark to hide the light, No smiles on their faces, Just anger, shock and spite. No sounds fill the emptiness, That summands up the last one landing. And here within this tragic world Is where I end up standing. Boneata Bell 22.41 26/01/2011

Love is the scent, in the sea, Love is what you never expect it too be, Love is the fragrance in the box, Love is the cotton in the Christmas socks, Love is the silence in the room, Love is the summer flower's bloom, Love is the flame supporting the wick, Love is the one you never pick, Love is the tear, swallowing your eye, Love is the blur that you always spy, Love is the bottle with the hidden note, Love is the puppy that warms you with his coat, Love is the pattern, that decorates the tiles, Love is the happiness that never fails.  To make you smile. Boneata Bell 1.04.2011 17 11.50