Tag Archives: Want

Wanton

Posted on 05. Apr, 2010 by Olivia Bell in Uncategorized Poetry

Considering ditching the last stanza, but not sure… My fingers tremble, waiting for this moment, our lips meet and the years of yearning, the years of waiting turn into red, burning passion, I cannot contain myself, I have no control, I am possessed by the devil, the devil in me– My entire frame shakes, my [...]


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My Heart Burns

Posted on 07. Feb, 2010 by Olivia Bell in Uncategorized Poetry

My Heart Burns

My knees wobble my feet are glued my stomach turns my heart burns my head runs, miles per second and I’m undo because you rang. Something extremely short, but sweet I hope?


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I Want To

Posted on 11. Nov, 2009 by Olivia Bell in Uncategorized Poetry

I want to place one foot in front of the other shrug my shoulders pull my coat closer to my heart and bow my head in remembrance. I want to forget the deep gashes which, although healed seem to be as raw now as they ever were. I want to make peace with the past [...]


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No Poetic Words

Posted on 10. Nov, 2009 by Olivia Bell in Uncategorized Poetry

Something simple… written a while ago, but still very much close to my heart if that makes sense… No Poetic Words There are no poetic words for this, no P.H.D perfection to this, only the words from the deepest, darkest of places in my heart— I miss you- I miss your hand in mine, I [...]


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What Once Was Mine

Posted on 09. Nov, 2009 by Olivia Bell in Romantic Poetry, Temptation

He stands with me, near me, so near me… mere feet away, with the grace of normality… His body language, warm and charming, exuberant and welcoming. His crew cut, always the same, never long enough to play with, to dive into. His deep white smile, forever warm and cheeky, unchanged. His deep, soft voice a [...]


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The Yearning

Posted on 08. Nov, 2009 by Olivia Bell in Romantic Poetry

The yearning is deep, nagging, tugging, pulling, it never slows, never stops, night and day, it stays; even in dreams, it’s apparent– I dream of all I yearn for, I day dream of all I yearn of, it never stops, it never dulls… I yearn, and I yearn, nothing ever changes.


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