This Is Me

If you are a regular returner to my website you may be wondering where I have been recently. Let me stop you there, don't panic! I am still writing, working and creating! I do however have a whole new life changing achievement! I am expecting a little baby boy in fifteen days! I am going to be a mummy. I haven't posted very much about it because for those of you who are on here for my writing, which I assume is most of you, I would not like to bombard you with my baby thoughts and trust me it is the main focus of my life at the moment. I am currently 37 weeks and 5 days pregnant. The pregnancy has been generally good for me; my first trimester was the best as I didn't suffer from morning sickness so I just spent it enjoying my news and decorating my new house with my partner ready for his arrival. The second trimester was one of the scariest moments of my life when I was home alone and I started bleeding heavily. I was convinced I was losing him and was in the worst state

It's not you that I am afraid of. Or your words. Or violence. It's not your face that frightens me, Or your world, Or beliefs. It's not what you love that worries me, Or who, Or lack of. It's not you that frightens me at all. Just death, And his ability. In comparison to yours. Because why should I fear you, Or your words, Or violence. When death can take everything, Like my love, And my life. So why should you scare me? Ever today, Or tomorrow. When this could be my last sentence. Right now, Or never. Boneata Bell 2014

I'm running to you,                                  but you can't see me. I'm asking for you,                                 but you can't hear me. I'm stalking you,                                but you're hiding from me. And you're running to me,                               but I'll never reach you. By Boneata Bell 2014

To be the ticking bomb of time, Two lovers link in perfect rhyme. Crystals on the burning moon, In deadly pace and time, and tune. To be the artwork on the clock, With ribbon on the child's frock, Stained and fraying at the hem, The Reaper will appear again. To be the stalker, follow free, He will turn and run to me. Aphrodite, now shall see, A goddess judged by number three. With corners sharp and edges strong Lava, she did not belong. Owner to her devil sin, Devil makes her sin again. To be the marble strength of touch, Liquid burns as gasses clutch. Water makes retreat so soon, He has no time, to warn the moon. To be the God of growing seed, We abuse the flower and plant the weed. Sunshine she did not belong, To acoustic strength or bird's love song. Sweetheart, I do not find, Love in battle, or strength in time. Manipulate a word for me, Make it real, set her free. Boneata Bell

With white ribbons in her hair And black shoes upon her feet, She danced to love graceful Under masculine heat.   Being one lost in love, And love lost in one, She nuzzled his neck and  Kissed him to belong…   With bracelets so bright Under disco light shine, Scarlet spotted him close, Her heart out of time.   Falling then hard, Then Falling so strong… She found that love witnessed Was love once then gone.   Then after a moment, She saw a lifetime Realisation a thief, Love being the crime.   She found sooner then, how Love lingers in time, She stole him in life But she lost him In rhyme.   Boneata Bell

It fizzed with a sparkle as bright as Christmas night. And a flare so spectacular the sky looked alight. And it rose to an elegant glitter and shimmer- With a scent of roasted chestnuts Dazzle and dimmer! Between one hand in mine - One heart - Now entwined! Under blankets of silk, Under stars resting still. The firework, Took flight. It shone with a glow as delicate as Falling snow. And a breath so deadly the Sound stole the night. And it screamed to a tearful hymn Almost king, With a scent of burning wood beams, Crackle and sing! Between two eyes in meeting, One pulse - Still beating! Under colours of dream, Under flames flying high, The firework, Took flight. It flew with a weight as unsteady as Volcanic eruption. And a shimmer so addictive the sight scarred the mind. And it swam to a dive entwined Within sea- With a life so metallic the sight Now bothering me! Between palm to palm - Two hearts sweet calm! Under blankets of black, Under ink dri

'My pumpkin!' He howled with an elegant smirk, 'Come trespass my graveyard and there we shall lurk, With darkness upon us we're bound to see light, From children with tea lights, we'll give them a fright! My face with its smile of razor sharp teeth- Is bound to make mortals wither and weep'. 'Come now, my pumpkin', he spoke without sound, Causing blood to start pulsing and head now to pound, To a rhythm that Casper once dared to achieve That a non believing dreamer now then will believe! ''My eyes now so hollow and brain on the floor, Not in one piece but I've seen you before!' 'Dear pumpkin', he screamed with a voice of sweet calm, 'Be my accomplish, you'll come to no harm!' With a tear so hesitant, head ready to protest, He squealed with delight that I'd just passed his test. My own eyes now hollow and blood bleeding dry, A tear now marking my very last cry. 'My pumpkin,' he laughed