Becky :)

Joined November 2021

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Hi! Thank you or the universe's kindness for your stumbling upon my page. You'll find mainly poems here but there's also the occasional short story or article. Stay awhile if you'd like and either way, have an EXTRAORDINARY day :)

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The Message in the Metal Box
A sharp pain echoes through my right leg, sending spikes throughout my body. What is this? A foggy haze encompasses my memory as my mind trudges through murky water.
By Becky :)2 years ago in Fiction
The Strange
In honor of pride month, I vote we all release our oldest, most dramatic, incredibly homo poems that every gay person has written millions of because why not
By Becky :)2 years ago in Pride
Texture
Have you noticed the texture of life? Each atom a miniscule hill To run our fingertips over, To crave and ache to feel?
By Becky :)2 years ago in Poets
Mannequin
I am your mannequin. Dress me in lace. Give me a gown that shines. Reform, shape, mold my face, Whatever won’t leave me behind.
By Becky :)2 years ago in Poets
Write.
“Write more” “Write more” Find something to say. “Write more” “Write more” Put thoughts on display. . Write as if someone should care?
By Becky :)2 years ago in Poets
Grand Canyon
I may never see the Grand Canyon, or Everest towering high, the Great Wall or Pyramids greater, or Northern Lights filling the skies.
By Becky :)2 years ago in Poets
I saw you, then...
As if I were a sunflower Who’s only ever known night Finally opening her eyes To beaming, radiant, sunlight, As if I were a wave,
By Becky :)2 years ago in Poets
Mountain
I am that mountain deified, both worshiped and abhorred. I receive blame for avalanche, for beauty I’m adored. You trod upon my figure then leave alters in my name,
By Becky :)2 years ago in Poets
The Beauty of our Doom
There’s some unique beauty In being a creature doomed, In finding the perfect harmony Between first breath and tomb. What is this word called “legacy”
By Becky :)2 years ago in Poets
I met my ghost today.
I met my ghost today. She stood still, unmoving before me, Staring with blank, haunting eyes, Glazed and gazing right through me
By Becky :)2 years ago in Poets
I’m learning to love the stranger in the mirror
I’m learning to love the stranger in the mirror. I watch every movement in awe. I started to love that girl I once frowned at,
By Becky :)2 years ago in Poets
A Collection of Small Poems with no Title because I aspire to be Emily Dickinson
Welcome to my brain!! There are ten poems here, each scribbled down on a napkin, school worksheet handout, or in various notebooks. Rather than planned out and intentional, these poems reflect subconscious thoughts within the corners of my mind that beg to be written down.
By Becky :)2 years ago in Poets

Becky :)

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The Message in the Metal Box

The Strange

Texture

Mannequin

Write.

Grand Canyon

I saw you, then...

Mountain

The Beauty of our Doom

I met my ghost today.

I’m learning to love the stranger in the mirror

A Collection of Small Poems with no Title because I aspire to be Emily Dickinson

Stories (28/0)