belle-carrie-garrison
Writing gets out the feelings that I cannot say aloud, / Without writing it's like I'm stuck under an eternal cloud. / / I write under a screen name to remain anonymous, / I guess you could call me polyonomous. / / © All work is property of Belle Carrie Garrison
There was a time
In which laughter
Was outrageously contagious.
She was with them,
The people who
Made her feel the happiest.
The first:
Who sat beside her;
With his long strawberry blonde
Flowing behind him
As his head rested
On her shoulder.
His laugh was gleeful,
His music taste unlike any other.
He blasted cassettes
Out of the handheld
He kept in his backpack.
The second:
Who sat across from her;
Who was beautiful,
Inside and out;
With dark hair
And glistening light eyes.
She had a beautiful voice,
No one ever tired
of hearing her singing.
Her laughter was fun;
Lighthearted, despite
Her inside struggle.
The third:
Who sat at the end,
Diagonal from her;
With longer blonde hair,
Enjoying the card game
Being played beside him.
He rested,
His eyes closed tightly.
Listening to the beat
of his tired heart,
She presumed.
The fourth:
Who sat on the left side
Of the beautiful girl;
Smiled and laughed
With the group.
He was calm,
But exuberant and enjoyable.
A warm smile spread
Across his face,
Reached his light blue eyes
That complemented his brown
Cropped hair.
It was at this moment,
Sitting alone
Weeks later
That she realized
That these were her true friends.
She missed them dearly.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 4:31 PM UTC
hang the clean laundry
on the rafter
above my head
tired hands
wring out drenched
sweaters
clothing above me dripping,
the drops fall on me
like rain
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC
If I was found lying,
Would you kiss me?
Would your rough ****** hairs brush my lips after skipping shaves?
Would you mourn my still body,
Lying in the glass casket?
Would your eyes speak of pain,
And your lips whisper that you still loved me?
Would you hold my hand in one of yours, and in your other hand would you touch my chilled face?
Would you lean down to kiss me again,
But this time…
Will I wake?
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
I find her lying
With a smile across her face.
She looks as if she had accomplished something great.
Glassy eyes stare at the ceiling,
Frozen hands around a trigger.
I look at her and wonder “why?”
I find a note, the only thing written:
“I hated the world,
I hated myself,
I decided it wasn’t worth the pain.”
I realize,
A pure heart with an abused brain can only go out so many ways.
She went out with a bang.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 8:40 PM UTC
What happened to the once-Great State of South Carolina?
What happened to the southern Hospitality, for it turned into Hostility?
What happened to the southern Pride that Tied us together?
What happened to the once-welcoming Communities and land of Opportunities?
What happened to the state I Live In, where things were never Given, but they were earned?
What happened to the people Surrounding me, though once proud to be here; are now Astounding me with hatred?
What happened to the beautiful Places and smiling Faces; all I see now is Destruction and Disgrace.
I love my state, yes. I love my people, yes.
But where did the charm Go, all that is around now is shade to Throw.
Where is the southern Charm, and the love where we would give an Arm to help our neighbor?
Here lie the broken Families, the torn palm Trees, in the once-Great State of South Carolina.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
Sometimes I sit in my room
On my bed
And I cry.
I cry for the longing,
For the wanting,
For the need to be on stage.
I want to do so many things.
I want to perform,
I want to be able to belt those notes,
I want to show the world what I have,
I want to march up to everyone that told me I couldn’t and say
“I did it.”
I want to prove them all wrong,
I want to surprise everyone.
They’ll say,
“How did this random southern lady get here?”
And then they’ll hear me sing,
They’ll watch me act,
They’ll see me dance,
And then they’ll say,
“This is where this random southern lady belongs,
On stage with the best of the best.”
I will get there, on that stage.
But until then,
I will keep wanting,
And longing.
I will cry
As I sit on my bed,
In my room.
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC
One.
We have history.
The reasons why I like you are a mystery.
Maybe it’s because I see you every day.
Are my feelings going away?
Everyone wants us to be together.
Lately you feel like a tether
That I have to drag around to keep everyone happy.
But now this relationship is making me whacky.
Two.
I love you.
Our relationship was true.
You’re the one who cheers me up when I’m blue.
But now you have a girl.
The sight of the two of you makes me want to hurl.
I know I have to get over this feeling.
My mind is always reeling.
No matter what you’ll always be a friend.
Our friendship will never end.
Three.
I just met you.
There’s just something about you… I have no clue.
Your smile is contagious,
Your personality is wonderfully outrageous.
Maybe we’ll just end up as friends.
I guess I’ll have to wait to see how this one ends.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
Dear Love,
We used to say
That you and I would be forever.
Who thought we would see the day
When forever ended in never.
I thought you were clever,
And you could cheer me up when I was under the weather.
Now I see,
That our love was like a tree,
It grew and grew.
But now I see that the tree is dying.
And so all the lying,
All the crying,
All the trying,
Must die too.
You say you’re just blunt.
I can be blunt too.
But now I see that it was just mean,
It may not seem
That it bothered me.
But don’t you see?
It was one of the many things bothering me.
You hardly gave me a compliment,
Your hatred left a heck of a dent,
And every penny you spent,
Was in pain.
You were vain.
You were insane.
And now it is plain,
That the tree
Must no longer bee.
We must set each other free.
Goodbyee.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 1:05 PM UTC
I have a hidden love,
That I keep tucked away in the deepest parts of me,
In the deepest parts of my soul,
Is where you will find this one love.
I go to him when I am sad,
I go to him when I am disappointed,
I go to him when I am mad,
And most of all, I go to him when I am happy.
I think about him when I am done thinking all the other thinks,
For he is the one that drifts in,
Without me suspecting it,
He floats out from his deep hiding spot,
And I can’t help but smile at him.
Sometimes when he floats up from my soul to my heart,
It is so sudden and surprising,
That I am neither sad nor happy,
I just sit there and acknowledge him in all of his beauty.
However no matter how much I love my hidden love,
I keep him hidden,
I always tuck him away,
Back to his quiet corner in the depth of my soul.
I do not know why I keep him there,
He is so wonderful that I am afraid to tell anyone about my love,
Because I am sure he is too amazing for me.
No one seems to realize how amazing he is,
But me,
And I don’t know why no one recognizes it,
All I know is that my love for him is a tree,
It is growing.
But maybe it is the fact that people do recognize the amazing aspects of him,
Maybe I am afraid that he will not notice me,
Maybe that is why I keep him hidden,
In the deepest parts of me,
Down in my soul,
Until he drifts back into my heart.
I do not know many things about my hidden love,
All I know is this:
I have a hidden love,
Tucked away in the depths of me,
Where he rests in all his beauty,
And it is where he will stay,
Until I can finally say,
I love you.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
These songs remind me of you,
When we used to be true,
But without you I’m left here feeling blue.
Each of them has a tune,
Sad or happy,
Happy or sad,
Each one makes me hope I will see you again soon.
This one reminds me of the old times,
Where we used to sing rhymes,
And listen to the chimes
Of the lunch bell.
That one reminds me of when we heard the plates clattering,
Or when we held hands to keep our world from shattering,
And when we got in trouble for too much chattering,
And then we danced around the table, pitter pattering.
The next one here reminds me of our tears,
As we admitted our fears,
And revealed the plans for our careers,
And after that we let out the loudest cheers.
That one there reminds me of the time I was crying,
And you couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong, and you kept prying,
And so after my tears finished drying,
We pretended like we were flying.
I listen to these songs and I am suddenly blue,
Because your friendship was so true,
Because each of these songs remind me of you.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 8:41 AM UTC