Biography of Lux Bellavora
Growing up in a small town has taught me a lot about empathy, and people in general. We all form our own little patterns and beliefs, like soccer practice on wednesdays, and poetry reading at six. And we are all living for something, even those of us who have yet to find it yet.
Lux Bellavora Poems
So I guess this means we are never Meant to understand what we want because it's the universe's Last cosmic joke to humanity
Silence Of The Snow
Inside everything is dark and torrential Black and filled with squalor A loud fog that chokes out all
Contemplations Of Shakespeare's Motives ...
The second day back is the worst Why did we even invent Wednesdays? No longer is the good first impression Or the pity hello
Sometimes life is just holding out for the right time To tell you it's alright to cry and hold your pillow screaming deep Into the night
I don't know what I'm doing anymore. So many plans, so many hopes, so many colorful dreams nestled in my scarred hands. But I stare down at them closely, even though they seem to blur, and then put them on the shelf to dry and settle. My burning feet for once crave to run barefoot in the new pleasures of spring,
A Thought For Christmas
I guess it must be Christmas day If you are reading this. You’ve got what you’ve been asking for And what was on your list.
The Numbers Speak
We are printed In black ink that stabs their paper-like skin We are their names Their souls
Today’s the anniversary, Of the day you became wed. When both your lives were intertwined, And both ‘I do’s were said.
Her mind revolts in deep despair, She feels she’s sinking in. It seems that it’s her punishment For some unacknowledged sin.
The Numbers Speak
We are printed
In black ink that stabs their paper-like skin
We are their names
A simple row of numbers
Their Identities stolen
Like the lives of so many
Who walk through those gates
Never to forget