BellaRomatica

The most important thing I've learned,  So far as children are concerned, Is to never Never NEVER let them come near your computer screen ever. Oh yes, I know it keeps them still,  They don't climb out the window sill,  They never fight or kick or punch,  They leave you free to cook the lunch  They will spend their entire day  Texting and clicking and typing away, but hey!  At least you can wash the dishes in the sink --  But did you ever stop to think,  What this social media and whatnot  Does it your beloved tot?  IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!! IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!! I

The other night I had a dream. It was a world filled with equality. But it wasn't quite, because they tried To break me and my honesty. Walking the thin line Between good and vile. Would I think it is fine, Or disagree with a smile. Would I risk getting locked away, Because I speak my mind. Would I be accepted for a day, Or is freedom of speech really a lie. If I could just see it all, Just like a fly on the wall. Would I be able to accept What I can't control. Would I preach what I saw, Or just sit back and ignore. Like I would just obey the law, Act like haven't seen it before. At the end of the day Would I step up and protest, Or sh

Let me tell you a story of mine. A tale of thoughts ran through a grinder. One by one they they stood in line, for the purpose of leaving me one little reminder. Which back then, I didn't know what it meant. But they took their time to clarify. At age 9 they said I should just go ahead and grow up, grow old and go die.  And better fast because I'm not worth their time. I clutched my teddybear and sat down in despair. Fondling it's little red tie, wondering if what they said might be a lie. But deep inside I knew they valued me as much as a filth covered dime. No, maybe less. Of that I was aware, but to ask why,  I did not dare.

Dear Cupid,  A little target practice seems in place. Or maybe the arrow was suppose to hit. If I was wrong and that's not the case; I say learn how to aim you little shit. Bet you had fun putting me through hell. Sure, leave my love life to a toddler. I guess that would end well. I knew from the start, so why do I bother? To me you are just another weeping angel. That arrow wasn't planned for me. But did you have to rip it out so painful, Instead of telling it wasn't meant to be? The reason for this hate filled letter; It's your insufferable fate, to never find a soulmate.  Your words not mine, yet to me they don't matter. B

Was it fun seeing my face? When in my eyes you could see my heart break? When tears spill from either sides of my cheek? When you lied that I was unique? Was it fun ripping open my chest? To find me laying cold and spineless, comedy at it's best? To find a black hole where my heart was suppose to be? To find that my throat has dried up nothing but funny? Was it fun occupying my mind? When I dropped down to the floor shaking and blind? When my fists clenched and my nails drew blood? When I didn't dare to stand up to where you stood? Was it fun smiling at me? When I begged you to just let me be happy? When you wondered how I could be so d

Follow this road, It will lead you to wealth. I did what my parents had told. I was young, couldn't choose for myself. Follow this road, You will have a normal life. They demanded a husband, But I wanted a wife. Follow this road, You will been in good hands. They set me up with Prince Charming But I had other plans. Follow this road, You are getting off track. Because of the rules forced upon me, I ran away, and never looked back There is no right way of living. People can change the paths they walk. My choices may be seen as unforgiving, So I bit my tongue instead of talk. So that now I can be who I choose to be. Without anyone tellin

If hugs were seconds, I'd send you hours. If touches were raindrops, I'd send you showers. If smiles were days, I'd send you you my life. If feelings were marriage, I'd make you my wife. If snuggles were warmth, I'd send you the sun. If kisses were kilos, I'd send you a ton. If emotions were darkness, I'd send you the night. If trust were sparkles, I'd send you the light. If happiness were water, I'd send you the sea. If love was a person, I'd send you me.

Write for a cause,<  Not for applause. >    Don't write for others, <      Show your true colors. >        Use words to amuse, <          Not for abuse. >            Spread your word, <              Let it be heard. >                Critics of the past,<                  Won't be your last. >                    Write to express, <                      Not to impress. >                        You're not Shakespeare, <                          Not even near, >                            So don't try to be. <                              Your content is key, >                                Yet you

I can be the fire inside your eyes I can be the one who hears your cries I can be the pain or your pleasure Your dust or your treasure I can; because I love you I can be the beat of your heart at night I can be the one to stand by your side I can be with you 'til the very end Your enemy or your friend I can; because I love you I can be the one to lend you a hand I can be the one on who you'll depend I can be the sun in your morning sky Your truth or your lie I can; because I love you I can be the wind blowing through your hair I can be the one who will always care I can be the blood flowing through your veins Your frost or your fla

My silly life story here on paper unfold This happiness doesn't exist anymore because of all the lies I've been told These scars are far too deep and sore This way happiness will never be within hold