This Is Me

Column Two - Available in Loop Magazine (February ad.) Exploring the unknown is one of those things that can either scare you or excite you. In all honesty, for me it’s the scare factor. My imagination chases shadows around my eyes and ears and every sound becomes a potential disaster. When I think of a ghost, I think of a dangerous ghost; not the friendly Casper type, I’m not offering him tea and biscuits. So when I was driving down Weelsby Road and I saw a dark figure walking a dog, my heart skipped a beat and the girl in my head took shelter under her blanket. I looked again and the figure had gone. I cannot call that anything, but I cannot call it nothing at all. It’s my second column and for my second haunted drive I headed for Tunnard Street, Grimsby . The street is rumoured to be haunted by not one ghost this time, but four. The ghosts of this family are said to walk from house to house through the walls. Others have claimed that the ghosts take the ...

Occasionally love will conquer all. Then it will spit you out and allow room for a few punches and pin pricks. Then it might just pick you back up and let you in again. Because that's love. Love can be so many different things, too many. It can be a gentle walk through the wind, advice recieved or the kiss that shouldn't be given on a night away. But then it can be the very first kiss, the holiday romance, the distance or the resistance. It can be that one person that got away, or that one person that stuck around. It can be right, or wrong. It can be the lover or the lover's enemy. The dream or the impossible. Love could have been you, or him. I have no idea what love is, because l ove is everything and I have no idea what everything is. Is love a mistake or a magical omen. Is the omen a demon or the demon an omen? Occasionally love with conquer all. And occasionally conquer none. In it's wake it will rupture, capture, crucify, mistily and break. Nobody ever said...

OFFICIALLY WRITTEN FOR LOOP MAGAZINE, GRIMSBY. It is rumoured that the scariest aspect of life is the theory of the unknown. The division between the living and the dead, and the things that lie between them. Whether you are a believer or a non-believer it is likely that you are what I would call ‘a curious’. If somebody thinks that they can prove it, I am willing to hear them out.   There are many stories surrounding Grimsby and Cleethorpes; many sightings and suspicions. So as ‘a curious’ I decided to explore certain haunted destinations across the local area; beginning at Wonderland Market. Situated along the calm seafront in Cleethorpes stands a building many years in age and taking a walk past the building during its peak would have shown a thriving collection of market stalls and delicious foods, but taking a walk past the newly sold building on a cold winter’s night with the wind howling across the aging shutters it sincerely allows for the imagination to wonder. S...

Yesterday I had it easy, Today its all gone wrong. Yesterday I knew you loved me, Today your hate is strong. Yesterday your heart subsided, Your heart and mine then both collided. Yesterday I had it easy, Today its al gone wrong. Boneata Bell. 14/04/14  

Think of the pain, Think of the eyes that are  bleeding with blame, Think of the game. Think of the lie, Think of the gold-plated Skull in the sky. Think of the fright. Think of the dare. That moment of thought and that moment of care. Think of that scare. Think of the past, Think of the memories Burning at last, Think of that mast. Think of the love, Lost in the distance and burning above. Think of the dove. Think of what's lost, In sentence your thought has   been thrown up and tossed. Think of the cost. Think of your pain. I've taken your heart, And returned it again. Remember my game. Boneata Bell 02/03/2014

She laughed and said, "You can't have the best of everything, Boneata". That's why she smiled and said, "I know". There has always been something so secretive about a smile. How it can enchant. And overpower the mind. With words unwritten it can speak such a valuable song. So she smiled back up at her again and with the only power she had left she said, "And your own worst enemy is the best part of the world that you give so easily away". Then she walked away. Boneata Bell 02/04/2014