Biography of Carson Rabalais
I am an intuitive and rather introverted young lady of teenage years. My home-state is the dense marsh land of central Louisiana. I am struggling to survive the shark waters of high school... juggling budding romances and an A/B average. Most of poems are based on experiences that I have or people that I meet on this teenage journey.
Among my many interests are: writing (obviously) , drawing, singing, acting, running cross country, and anything involving music.
I write because it is my Nirvana; writing is what I do to escape this vicious world and try to make sense of myself. Some people hoard, some obsessively clean, some wakeboard, or maybe play the flute; I write.
Thank you for taking the time to read my gibberish and I hope you all enjoy what I have to say.
Love and rockets, Carson.
Hi, it's been a while. I'm back on here just in time for senior year and a lot has changed. Possibly everything, but I felt it important to keep the bio I wrote freshman year. It feels right. I'll be posting things that I've written over these years of high school and I hope that they make someone feel something.
Carson Rabalais's Works:
None thus far.
Carson Rabalais Poems
Staring At A Blank Wall
Cotton candy wallpaper and I just want to walk in and melt away. Trapped inside, these things I hide, the words I never say. My eyes are too brown to prance around town. My friends try to help me to take away my pain. But I just fail to stand and I slap away helping hands; I sit in the grass and soak up the rain. Oh where has my love run away to? Could I maybe flee too? His love is like wine, slightly bitter, yet so wonderful to drink. I read the book, the one that gives life, and it so sweetly says: I belong to my lover and my lover belongs to me.
Hopeless. Tragic? No, I knew what to expect. All the same foolish games. A broken record scratched with a stain of loneliness.
Feelings Hidden Inside
I sneak a peek over my shoulder and instantly lock eyes with a breathtaking creature. Not quite in comparison with the likes of a movie star, but that is just one of his many stellar attributes. His simple attractiveness never ceases to amaze me. And I know that he feels it too. That mask of calmness does not fool me. A quick intake of breath as my arm brushes his. And the agony of watching one another from across the way.
Hopeless. Tragic? No, I knew what to expect.
All the same foolish games. A broken record scratched with a stain of loneliness.
All of those happy tales of a princess in a tower and a handsome, loyal prince...
Where did my childhood go? Why must I waste my tears on such an unattainable person? Where are my teenage years headed?
Lie, after lie, after lie, spit into my face. You can be famous. You have so many great friends. Every boy cannot help themselves around you.