Bellie-boo

Bellie-boo Jun 2014

People like happy ending.
Sometimes life isn't so happy though.
But there are times when your're so extatic that you jitter in your seat.
And there are times so ****** that you could jump out a window.
But always remember the good things to come.
And never wollow in your past.
But do not forget you past because it made you...well, you.
And so embrace all your mistakes to brighten up your days.
People like happy endings.
Sometimes life isn't so happy though.
But if you can remember the happy parts,
And keep a smile on your face...
People like you will have happy endings.
Sometimes some not so happy days but the endings will be the happiest, I promise.

Keep looking up whoever :)

Bellie-boo Jun 2014

At the red light

At the red light

A light shines red like acrylic on a canvas

All the cars wait behind the snowflake line

the light gives way to green releasing the long line of cars

At the red light

ants are in a row

colorful with four wheels

the lady in the front car, the driver, a mother

in the mirror her children sleep

quiet mice, sound sheep

At the red light

red beams on forever

a silhouette dashes in the distance

death creeps up on the ominous shadow

death shaped with four wheels, chrome hubcaps, and tinted windows

At the red light

one, two, three shots cracks of lightning which stole the shadow’s breath

red blossoms from its chest

fireworks of red

must’ve hurt they said

red crystals sprinkles in a dark cupcake

At the red light

the world turned green apathetic to recent events

and the cars trucked on like camels through the desert

At the red light

the eldest child in the front car saw glistening in the mirror

her mother’s tear

the cars flew down the highway, away from there, away

At the red light

a girl went on with her mother to live another

and

At that red light

a girl died

blossoming with red birthing death’s red love

she now laid in a bed of crimson petals

At that red light

#sad #imagery #shotandrun

Bellie-boo Apr 2014

1830s

Green spacious land speckled with yellow poppies outstretched for miles on end.

Flowers dance, the wind its puppeteer, as a bee comes hoping some pollen the flower will lend.

Butterflys weave in and out of crowds, navigators of flight their path only they themselves may they bend.

Red and white checkers lay upon the soft green meadows a cloud of fluff and lace clothe thee, lady friend.

As boys run about holding kites, and racing little toy boats with a little hand written note to send.

Men sit and chat about the news and weather, while the women set upon the house to tend.

Simple means, simple beings are easy to fend.

Not trying to be sexist with the second to last line in any way. That is simply how they would have said it in the 1800's.

Bellie-boo Jan 2014

Love shall keep thy script pure

I do not ever want to be the person with nothing left in their heart,
Empty cold it sits unused,
Abandoned by you abused,
I never want my heart to corrode taking with it the radiance of my poetry,
I never want my script to twist,
corrupt me with my hate for you it shall never do,
For you shan't give me a reason to despise you,
Loath is something my poems will never do when they are about you.
My love for you will keep my poems pure.

Bellie-boo Jan 2014

Artifical Power

The flame in your hand yet it didn't scar?
Big mistake was that you never noticed it burning a hole in you.

You thought you had power over me but from the truth you were very far.
You sat so tall I couldn't tell you that you never owned me, how were you suppose to get a clue.

But as time ticked on the flame it grew to par,
with every demining word you spoke to me my anger grew too.

Bellie-boo Jan 2014

What am I? <3

I wake up early,
Can't wait to start my day,
anxious for every monday,
Trade coffee for a mint.

What am I?

Spend half my time sighing,
The other half moaning ;)
I dazes off and think of:
Lips,
Eyes,
hands,
Tounge,
Voice,
Shoulders,
Collarbone,
Chest,
Jaw,
Warmth,
Arms,
feelings.

What am I?

Full of anxiety,
Fear,
Pain,
Passion,
Warmth,
Giddiness,
Joy,
Sorrow,
Excitement,
Yearning,
Thanks.

What am I!?

"why my dear,
You are in love."

I...I couldn't...be. . . .

yet I can't Help but to run to his embrace.

What am I!?

"Why my dear you are in love"

Bellie-boo Jan 2014

14 reasons why I love you

One: on rainy days you light up my sun
Two: around you even the sky couldn't stay blue
Three: it's me and only me in which you see
Four: you'll always come running to my door
Five: when I'm with you I feel so alive
Six: you are my favorite CD, I need no other mix
Seven: any where you are is heaven
Eight: you never forget an important date
Nine: after night comes you make me shine
Ten: I may not be barbie but you are my ken

Eleven: through my door you need not ask to come in
twelleve: at your scheming Hand my emotion delve
Thirteen: you are my everything, high, low, and in between
Fourteen: my life with you seems pristine
and my emotions
delve