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Flames

Posted on 18. Nov, 2009 by Olivia Bell in Dark Poems

They twist and turn,
vicious and lovely,
they play,
and then they die;
but just as you breathe
air into them
at long last, they live;
red and orange,
sometimes yellow,
burning away;
fierce and strong,
don’t touch
you’ll burn.
They entrance me,
their warmth calls me,
breaking away the poorly stitched heart,
burning the thin thread,
pulling at the edges,
tearing at my heart,
forcing me to;
unravel and spin out of control,
as a [...]


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Fearful

Posted on 13. Nov, 2009 by Olivia Bell in Dark Poems

Innocently she flicks through
recent mail,
pausing to read the odd one,
trashing half,
moving on speedily;
getting bored, she goes to
throw them in the bin;
lastly, quickly she skims through
the rest;
assuming it to be junk;
and then her eyes stop.
Linger on the one she dreads,
the one she never thought
would come;
fear runs through her veins;
and she begins to shake.
He’s back.


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Nothing.

Posted on 11. Nov, 2009 by Olivia Bell in Dark Poems

The tap drips;
echo, echo, echo,
drip, drip, drip,
it doesn’t stop, there is no end -
the flood gate opened and
so the tap drips;
drip, drip, drip.
My wide eyes water
and spill silently;
at least they don’t echo
like the water flowing from the tap.
They roll cautiously down my porcelain cheeks
and drift, drift, drift away
to be forgotten – to be lost.
My heart [...]


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Puppet

Posted on 10. Nov, 2009 by Olivia Bell in Dark Poems

I am here again,
the same time,
a different day,
just another one;
my body aches
from head to toe,
nothing eases the pressure,
only sleep, the sleep I fear.
with an aching body,
I bravely succumb yet again,
to the sleep I fear,
I fail to resist;
you’re calling me in my sleep,
I lash out, kicking, tossing, turning,
muttering words no one can decipher;
you’re real, I am [...]


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Closing In

Posted on 08. Nov, 2009 by Olivia Bell in Dark Poems

The walls close in,
pushing me into a corner,
the rough hands clasp at my throat
and my heart weeps violently
beautiful black ink spills
and I give in to the powerful hold over me,
fighting for nothing
falling under the darkness
ebbing into bleakness.


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