THE MYSTERIOUS SUITCASE
OF NORTHALLERTON RAILWAY STATION
THE MYSTERIOUS SUITCASE
OF NORTHALLERTON RAILWAY STATION
I am Andrew Bellshill and my principal hobbies are reading and writing. I see also movies in my free time, and I go out with my friends. I love travel; I have visited some countries of Europe but my passion is writing poems and crime short stories.
TO MY GODDESS
I want to touch your hands,
As I am caressing the strings of my lyre,
As I am now playing the piano for you.
I want to give you my heart
To feel your beat as I am hearing
The ocean waves.
I'll build a castle for us
To be your Prince Charming;
Today we'll be the comets we used to see,
I will give you a jasmine,
To flow as the love flows in the river,
To sail as the vessel sails through the sea,
To be an eagle, to be a falcon,
Flying to the land of hope and dreams.
*This poem it's dedicated to my bestie Jasmine Tom, for her 21st birthday.
I am Andrew Bellshill and my principal hobbies are reading and writing. I see also movies in my free time, and I go out with my friends. I love travel; I have visited some countries of Europe but my passion is writing poems and crime short stories.
ODE TO MY GRANDMOTHER
You'll be a leaf today,
When the doors of the paradise will be open for you.
You'll meet the birds,
You'll meet the water,
You'll be the wind I am feeling now in my heart,
You'll be the wind I am feeling now in my hands.
I will weep your death,
But the angels,
But the music,
But the stars,
But the poetry,
Will be with me.
You'll be with me tomorrow,
Neither the hell nor the storm
Will make me sink,
Cause you'll be my lighthouse,
Cause you'll be a comet
Lighting up the sky.
*This poem it's dedicated to my last grandmother who died on April the 6th 2022.
I am Andrew Bellshill and my principal hobbies are reading and writing. I see also movies in my free time, and I go out with my friends. I love travel; I have visited some countries of Europe but my passion is writing poems and crime short stories.
THE WIZARD OF WORDS
The melody is playing,
While the clouds are raining,
And the wizard makes into love,
The hell of their life,
The hatred of the demon,
While the sun is lightning up again,
The path to the peace,
The journey to freedom.
He is playing the guitar,
As the angel plays the lyre,
To convert into stone,
The King Lear, the liar.
He is making into roses,
The guns, the thistles, the venoms,
Cause he is Merlin, the boss wizard,
Cause he is Bruce, the hero,
The wonderful musician.
I am Andrew Bellshill and my principal hobbies are reading and writing. I see also movies in my free time, and I go out with my friends. I love travel; I have visited some countries of Europe but my passion is writing poems and crime short stories.
REBIRTH
My body has been consumed by the fire,
But God has given to me his wings,
To fly again when the night will be with me.
Today I am a black hole,
But I will be a new star tomorrow.
Yesterday I was a deadly flower,
Now I am an olive tree,
Cause I have raised from the ashes
And today I am the sea waves,
Cause I am feeling again the love,
And tomorrow I will be
Your phoenix, your eagle,
Your bird.
I am Andrew Bellshill and my principal hobbies are reading and writing. I see also movies in my free time, and I go out with my friends. I love travel; I have visited some countries of Europe but my passion is writing poems and crime short stories.
MURDER AT LIDDEL WATER
I am Andrew Bellshill and my principal hobbies are reading and writing. I see also movies in my free time, and I go out with my friends. I love travel; I have visited some countries of Europe but my passion is writing poems and crime short stories.
WITHOUT YOU
The clouds are invading my heart,
Slowly while the rain is falling down my eyes,
Softly when I remember our days,
The time we used to spend
Walking through the streets
In the darkness town.
I remember the sunrise in your lips,
Lightning my spirit,
But you are gone now
And I don't know
How can I make sugar
My lemon life.
Oh!, angel, oh!, god,
I need to feel your fire in my blood,
I need to feel your hands warming my home,
I need you beside me
Whereas I am sitting near the river
Of the deadly love.
I am Andrew Bellshill and my principal hobbies are reading and writing. I see also movies in my free time, and I go out with my friends. I love travel; I have visited some countries of Europe but my passion is writing poems and crime short stories.
CHRISTMAS HAIKU
A cup of tea,
Under the mistletoe,
Waiting for love.
I am Andrew Bellshill and my principal hobbies are reading and writing. I see also movies in my free time, and I go out with my friends. I love travel; I have visited some countries of Europe but my passion is writing poems and crime short stories.
MY MISTLETOE
Under the mistletoe,
Next to the Christmas tree,
You have kissed my heart,
With your soul, tonight.
I have seen in the dusk,
The moon
With your Christmas lights,
I have heard your voice,
Whispering me Christmas carols;
As an angel you have disappeared,
Before the sunrise,
Leaving me alone in the darkness,
Only with the sea,
Moistening my toes,
While I am wishing,
To see you again,
As a mermaid,
Next winter.
I am Andrew Bellshill and my principal hobbies are reading and writing. I see also movies in my free time, and I go out with my friends. I love travel; I have visited some countries of Europe but my passion is writing poems and crime short stories.
A NEW DESIRE
As a seagull,
My spirit flies,
Throughout the sky,
To your honey eyes,
To the rainbow of your soul,
To the autumn of your body.
I wish to see you again,
In the middle of the night,
To see the light,
Of your pretty sweetie heart,
To be happy and gain
The paradise, today,
Before the sunrise.
How can I get to be
The moon of your dusk?
What I ought to do
To be the Emperor of your kingdom?
I am Andrew Bellshill and my principal hobbies are reading and writing. I see also movies in my free time, and I go out with my friends. I love travel; I have visited some countries of Europe but my passion is writing poems and crime short stories.
TRAIN TO THE DEATH
The last night of October, at half past eleven p.m., I was in the platform waiting for the express to go to Scotland. It was a cold and cloudy night; the rain had begun to fall when the train came into the railway station.
I got into the carriage, which seemed to have lavender perfume, and also it was decorated with pumpkins, potatoes and turnips cause it was Samhain night.
When the train began to run by the rails, suddenly, the spirits woke up of their thombes and blew the candles out, leaving me alone, only with the darkness of the carriage where I was.
The Death, whilst I was frightened, opened the door and showed me the paradise whereas my soul got out of my body and began to fly by the sky, dancing with the birds, the angels, the stars, the moon, the sun and the planets.
My parents, the following day, asked themselves how I had vanished. However, they also felt I was good, in the place where I am now.
I am Andrew Bellshill and my principal hobbies are reading and writing. I see also movies in my free time, and I go out with my friends. I love travel; I have visited some countries of Europe but my passion is writing poems and crime short stories.
HALLOWEEN
In the middle of autumn,
When the leaves,
Are falling down of the trees,
When the clouds,
Have conquered the sky,
And the storms,
Are waiting for the next murder,
For the next war,
For the next trial,
The spirits are waking up of their thombes,
The witches are waiting for the last fight,
To blow the candles out,
To switch off the light,
To make the Demon,
King of this night,
To make the black holes,
The army of this dusk.
I am Andrew Bellshill and my principal hobbies are reading and writing. I see also movies in my free time, and I go out with my friends. I love travel; I have visited some countries of Europe but my passion is writing poems and crime short stories.
HEAVEN IN SCOTLAND
In the Atlantic coast, nearby the sea,
Where the landscape seems to be,
Made for a fairy ancient tales,
Where the mermaids are living with whales,
A stone house dwelled by fishermen
It’s lightened up by the sunshine,
It’s lightened up by the moon,
In the middle of the twilight,
In the middle of the night.
The rowboats, coming back to the harbour,
Are guided by the lighthouse;
Dancing in the waves,
The ladies are waiting for their slaves,
With rum, with moonshine,
With wine, with whisky,
To get themselves drunk,
Looking up the autumnal sky,
While it’s starting to rain,
And they gain,
Again,
The fragrance of love.
I am Andrew Bellshill and my principal hobbies are reading and writing. I see also movies in my free time, and I go out with my friends. I love travel; I have visited some countries of Europe but my passion is writing poems and crime short stories.