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My Head

A heart of stone left to drown
Floats as light in dark
Waves deliver to screaming winds
Upon the sandy shore
Babes of dark, line the edge
Changed beyond belief
North winds sweep the sand away
My soul within a nimbus flies
Chasing dark to day
Oh alone, alone am I
Within this liar's den
Two hundred million and 40 thieves
Chipped away a wall of stone
This mask I made to wear
Crack it won’t, I hope to bear
The weight of world's aligned
As light broke darkness
The darkness breaks my light
Scattered pieces of my heart
Which star left to follow
In spite, the rock was torn to shreds
Left alone on haunted shores
As fog rolls in, my mind controlled
The daemons in me call
A magnet for the darkness
The silver of the moon
Marked am I with webs of sorrow
Mirrors of their maker
Scarred am I with memories
Left as time goes on
A bullet through the heart
Death as swift as life
My dawn is now my dusk
My head can only rise

Rage abounds through odyssey
As I too fall like Troy 
Burning oil to stave them off
I hear the daemons call
As lively as the walking dead
I heed their whispered cry
The raven follows overhead
Quoting never more
No more am I lost or found
No more am I no one
Lost among iniquity
Sold my soul for traitors
A stab to the back, slicing legs and wrists
My blades first kiss
As black as white
Stoking fire beneath my skin
Extinguished by the floods 
Trailing tattoos of morbid red
A melancholy smile
A little mandrake in my blood
To slow a human heart
The wind it whistles through my veins
Ice a cautery
Cold am I to touch
The fire within me burns
Blank my face remains
Strong against the raging tides
Angry clouds they fight
Strong against the whole damn world
Fight but never flight
For iron is in the water
Currents drawn to me
None can hold me back
My head can never rise

Copyright © Bella Straub | Year Posted 2023


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Beginnings

When the night whispers your name
The silence between heartbeats
Dreams woven with stardust
Under the light of the milky moon
Every sunrise holds a promise
When the wind carries secrets
Lost in the echoes of time
Shadows dance under the moonlight
When the ocean meets the sky
In the quiet of the morning dew
The warmth of forgotten memories
In the arms of a gentle storm
When raindrops tell their stories
Lightning whispers across the sky
Embraced by the first snowfall
Under a sky painted with dreams
The melody of a distant past
When love blooms in silence
Through the lens of a fading photograph
Where do we end?
With a new beginning.

Copyright © Bella Straub | Year Posted 2026

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How do I love again?

I always imagined love to be a gentle reclamation
Of all the broken pieces
Of every brick and stone
Of every hidden secret
And every skin and bone

A solitary castle, high upon the cliffside
My heart, a fortress
Am I protecting it?
It's seen days of battle, broken all around
Stones scarred and crumbling

I have held these scattered pieces
Waiting for the day
When someone comes to claim them
Rebuild it brick by brick
Back to something beautiful

Ravaged by time now, 
The walls have long since crumbled
But thorny vines and spraying roses made it home again
Made a sanctuary
Love, at last.

Copyright © Bella Straub | Year Posted 2026

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People Watching

There.

third row, second seat
hair over eyes, red-rimmed
tired maybe?
shirt buttoned wrong
laces untied
broken hearted

last row, right at the back
a young couple
giggling
not watching
love
how long will it last

the movie starts
theatre darkens
eyes front
focused on the screen
engrossed, distracted
popcorn, drinks, spilt

front row
now on the floor
children
necks tilted up
vibrating in excitement
can't look away

middle aisle
near the exit
new parents
on the edge of their seat
waiting for the call
desperate for a night off

movie ends
lights rise
people stand, stretch
slowly trickle out
leaving behind spilt drinks, popcorn
the floor a mosaic of people

netflix
stan
prime
hulu
peacock
disney

empty now
darkness lingers
screen unused
velvet seats grow dusty
stale popcorn permeates
I am empty now

No one there.

Copyright © Bella Straub | Year Posted 2026

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