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Revel Bellion Poem
Adorned with fall's first rain,
Men of mystery
Face each other.
Heads tilted down,
In the terse winds.
Casual nods by necessity
Their demeanor
Is anything but calm.
Faces fast losing color,
Words never losing edge.
'Take down the root', one said.
'He's the one that matters.'
'But we'll die for sure.'
'What's the point,
When we're fated for Death anyway?'
Futile conversation persists
As the hooded
Looked on.
He drew his weapon,
Thinking their last thought:
Leaves don’t talk.
Copyright © Revel Bellion | Year Posted 2016
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Boxed
With air
All around
Yet I still go:
'Gasp.'
Copyright © Revel Bellion | Year Posted 2016
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There's a fire tonight.
Struck gently,
It burns; alight.
I turn the wood
Slowly out of its box.
My feelings consume,
As do the lies.
My mind cracks,
As do the cries.
My legs turns to liquid,
As do my eyes.
He'll pay
For making me do trash today.
Copyright © Revel Bellion | Year Posted 2016
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Brown tears
Dripping down.
Fear nears
Without a sound.
Soft eggs
Slide across.
Craned neck
Looking in loss.
Green wafts
Towards nose.
Bile laughs
Way up my throat.
Air parts
For putridity.
Day starts
With stupidity.
Expiry of chocolate milk: 1 year ago.
Copyright © Revel Bellion | Year Posted 2016
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Left
Blank words.
Hate ink spreads
Within her eyes;
Gone.
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Revel Bellion Poem
Roses are red
Roses are hearts
Hearts are sewn tight
Hearts are torn apart
Apart from wound
Apart from trysts
Trysts are unconcerned
Trysts are personal
Personal tastes
Personal lives
Lives are changed
Lives are broken
Broken is me
Broken is you
You fell for man
You fell way down
Down the hatchet
Down soul goes
Goes past me
Goes petal to pod
Pod, my haven
Pod, my tree
Tree growing in yard
Tree I water
Water turns velvet
Water turns sweet
Sweet looks at me
Sweet grazes my lips
Lips glued shut
Lips are parted empty
Empty words ring past
Empty chest stops breathing
Breathing witholds
Breathing is my mind
Mind thinks nothing
Mind thinks everything
Everything is question
Everything is about question
Question my love
Question its entrance now
Now is not the time
Now is my love's existence
Existence is fickle
Existence of my personality
Personality in my love
Personality of my soul
Soul doesn't live
Soul ripped then.
Then.
Live.
Copyright © Revel Bellion | Year Posted 2017
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Rainfall drops down carefully,
solidly,
pinedly.
The melting heart
-this gigantic red cloud-
Never falters in throbbing,
Never ceases its state change either.
The backdrop accentuates the strength of beats
Like paper to water;
It amalgamates,
Yet never disappears.
As my emotions burst forth from their captive state
After a romance novel,
My existence burns a brighter, richer flame
Fuelled by tears.
A mind of feeling.
Copyright © Revel Bellion | Year Posted 2016
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I wonder why
Someone gave me a noose so early
I was never ready to die
All I wanted was to live, play and cry.
Copyright © Revel Bellion | Year Posted 2020
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If I could tell you about
The soul whispers which gather between us,
All that of life would cripple -
Watchful of the graceful god that births.
Copyright © Revel Bellion | Year Posted 2020
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