Bella Harris
Bio
There's something about a woman with a loud mind that sits in silence, smiling knowing she can crush you with the truth. R.g. Moon
Stories (4/0)
Street Lights
On these nights, in the middle of the street or the middle of the sidewalk, whether we remember what happens on these nights, holding hands, who we accidentally made out with when we were drunk, how many headlights came at us, getting bigger and brighter the closer they got, the number of porch lights turned on when we passed, the songs we danced to but didn’t know, we find a bed somewhere in one of the three hotel rooms, but not the one we were assigned to, or maybe our own bed we place our hands under our heads, curl our knees up to our stomachs, blink once, blink twice, until our eyelids are too heavy to hold up anymore, we blink a third…
By Bella Harris6 years ago in Poets
Lines
On these nights, in the middle of the street or the middle of the sidewalk, whether we remember what happens on these nights, holding hands, who we accidentally made out with when we were drunk, how many headlights came at us, getting bigger and brighter the closer they got, the number of porch lights turned on when we passed, the songs we danced to but didn’t know, we find a bed somewhere in one of the three hotel rooms, but not the one we were assigned to, or maybe our own bed we place our hands under our heads, curl our knees up to our stomachs, blink once, blink twice, until our eyelids are too heavy to hold up anymore, we blink a third…
By Bella Harris6 years ago in Poets
- Top Story - May 2018
Taylor Swift's Semantic Fields in 'Reputation': Part OneTop Story - May 2018
When I first downloaded all of Reputation, I spent the morning skipping through songs, finding one that I thought I may like. At first I was kind of worried because I only liked one or two songs, but as I listened to the lyrics more, slowly, and one by one, each song became one that I must sing along to in the car and can't seem to get myself to willingly escape. This happens for me a lot when first listening to an album because I'm always looking for new music, but hate the process of getting acquainted with the lyrics of the song. I just want to be able to sing along to it immediately, figure out all the hidden messages, find where songs link together in albums, songs hinting at other songs, mirroring previous number one hits and so on. But appreciation takes time, and it was only a matter of time until Reputation became a verbal example of concepts learned and discussed in my 400 level creative writing classes.
By Bella Harris6 years ago in Beat
Me Too
You are told through scrolling videos on Facebook that automatically play while you sit in the bathroom at work “taking a shit,” but your pants are still up, buckled, and zipped, that if you have been cat called while walking home from a bar that you should be part of the “me too” movement, and you feel obligated to give your statement because what girl hasn’t been walking in the dead winter of Michigan, with her bare legs showing, toes sticking out of the tips of her booties, and nothing but a light jacket on your arms because she didn’t want to get her two hundred dollar down coat stolen when she wanted to dance instead of sitting at the bar and getting hit on and still manage to get a whistle or two from a drunk homeless man on the way back to the car? The snow lightly falling on your face, and it wouldn’t be so bad if the wind would just chill for the five minutes it takes you to walk to your car. But you grew up waking up early on Sundays to put on a dress and some flats to be early to bible quiz so you can practice your speed at the buzzer, answering questions on break point, attend adult service for two hours, and from December through April, you spend your Sundays from 12:30 to at least 6 backstage preparing for play productions, wearing old english costumes, or costumes from the middle east during the time of Jesus’s life while playing James Bond with your friends in the bathroom. We sat in the back rooms of the church putting together skits, human videos, choir practice, using each other as props, bouncing ideas off of each other, and finally finishing with ensemble practice. On Wednesdays, you brought your quarters, signed in, you did your lessons, memorized the bible verses, participated in the projects, and by the time you graduated high school, you had whispered repeatedly underneath your breath all the things that cannot separate you from the Love of God in your sleep, feeling the heat radiating off of the iron barrel every morning as you curled your hair and enunciated each syllable, covered your hand over papers and repeating to the “s” every word on the yellow pages of the twenty point questions.
By Bella Harris6 years ago in Viva
