Biography of Bella Lack
I am a teenage girl and I live in London. From a very young age I have loved writing anything and everything. I am aiming to write a book but I never manage to finish my thousand of un-finished books.
Bella Lack Poems
The Women In Leather
The Women In Leather When the hand strikes twelve, night permeates, Drunkards stagger alongside their mates.
OH! How we used to play in lush fields, so green, we would have been so very keen. Then came along, the new CELL PHONE, thats when we started to grumble and moan
Similar to us, hands and face, alike to the human race. Each tock passes by, a second has passed, which one our first, which one our last?
A new life, a mammal had been added, He lay in his mothers palms. So padded. A snuffle and squeak, then the first breath, But around the corner, waited blood cold death.
The Poacher Muscles bulging, arms swinging Through lush green trees where birds are singing. Coming to an abrupt stop, he pauses and waits,
OH! How we used to play in lush fields, so green,
we would have been so very keen.
Then came along, the new CELL PHONE,
thats when we started to grumble and moan
So, now that we are certainly let,
to sit in front of the television set,
Our eyes are turning a funny shape,
our mouths are set in one firm gape.
Our brains are melting, reducing to goo,