This Is Me

My definition of life is to live by your dreams. If somebody takes away that dream, your life is like a pool of blood waiting to try up. Try to live each day as strong as you possibly can, let no-one hurt you, but let friends hover by your side. To me, one of the most important things in life is family. The meaning of life is to love one another, and a love you can truly depend on is that of your family, they are always by your side; ready to stand you up as you fall down. The true meaning of life is to love one another, stop hatred, and racism, and try to work your hardest for your family. Boneata Bell

Do not waste your time waiting for something to happen in your life, instead waste your time making something happen. At least that way the journey was exciting even if the destination wasn't quite what you set out for it to be. - Boneata Bell.

Stars shine around you. Angels seem to guide you, Perfect male with a following of one hundred men. Naturally intellegent. Grafting will never be a part of your life, A lucky wife, A lucky man, with perfect face. No spot nor scar, Beautiful boy, What some would give to Be such a boy. Rich. Popular. Lucky. Snob. One only sees What one wants to believe; A man of money, Or a boy of luck. Boneata Bell 13/07/2011 22:15 Copyright

This poem was recently published in The Grimsby Telegraph. Enjoy. The Setting It started with a splitting, and the greyness of rock surrounding the atmosphere. Tiny sparkles flicked onto the ground, Sound by sound. It finished with a movement, and the pools of Hope lying still upon the floor. Tiny whispers into the air, Of proof a warming can not bare. It lasted for a sunrise, with smiling faces Pacing greedily into the dark circles. Notes gone soggy, cannot be spent, It will, come again. Copyright Boneata Bell July 2011 06/07/2011

There is a molt silver in your eyes, A lava glow in your smile, To love and to hold, For life and for love, A memory gained, A memory lost. A heartfelt motion, A story to be told, With unfortunate cold. Deep within that gaze, Of yours. An orange rose petal, Real in mind, Dyed by the wind, Or turned by the sky. Vampire be you, Blood on them roses, Coating your garden With a spider web of poses, Kissing the depth of passion, Off of their noses. Leaving them all Behind. A floating marble Upon the sky, A love of life, Or love of a lie. Close sunrise, Blind be I, Wishing on wings, If I dream not to fly. Sadness in love, If you wish there to be, Only if you see, What he wants you to see. Never be, the liquid in the glass, But be the glass. In the tainted sky. Learn to fly. Boneata Bell July 2nd 2011 Copyright