Paul Bell : Writing

Three In The Morning.

Three In The Morning.

A Poem by Paul Bell


It’s three in the morningIf I touch your breastsWill you respondOr screamYou screamIt’s three in the morningI listen to you breathingWe br..
The Falling Snow

The Falling Snow

A Poem by Paul Bell


The vultures are circlingLike they knowThe final act of the falling snowTime is waitingCant you seeThe last breath for you and meWe saw it comingBut p..
The Plan

The Plan

A Poem by Paul Bell


He drives a hearseSays it keeps him off the streetsPlus, he has an empathy with deathHis dog diedOne time they brought this woman inHe started jumping..
Bird Watching

Bird Watching

A Poem by Paul Bell


Do you think of other women when we make loveNo, no, and definitely noI doWell, I’m pleased for him and you, and really pleased if it’s he..
Sacrifice

Sacrifice

A Poem by Paul Bell


He bleeds, for he is weakTortured thoughtsHe bleedsPreaches to the mildSo reverent in their eyesLooking down, he sermonsThe cross is bearingImpure tho..
Dolly.

Dolly.

A Poem by Paul Bell


Death surrounded herBombs falling captured the stories inside her headReal life tears fell over blood soaked morningsScreams pierced right into the re..
The Black Angel

The Black Angel

A Poem by Paul Bell


The full moon rises giving light to the shrouded figures sat motionless deep within the woodsThe Circle begins to stirStrange chants in the dead of ni..
Vanity

Vanity

A Poem by Paul Bell


The final piece of makeupShe becomes the womanNo kiss on those ruby lipsAll for showLet’s not spoil the glowFor the woman on the goCompeting wit..
Brothers

Brothers

A Poem by Paul Bell


Black on goodTouches his manhoodLike a mother shouldThinks it should be in a museumFor God and goodJoey, dreamlikeAlways plays it coolKeeps a gun tuck..
What Would You Do.

What Would You Do.

A Poem by Paul Bell


Big fat guy sucking a ciggiePushing a pramWill he be around for his next birthdayDoes he give a damnYoung kid wearing a suicide vestFull of hateWhat's..