Bugsy Watts

Joined July 2018

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Got bit by the writing bug.

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A Reason to Pause
How do we embrace the world with these senses so essential to our existence? The memories that matter are often awash with sensation.
By Bugsy Watts16 days ago in Poets
Ghost in the Street
"Two years," she mumbled as she eyed him across the street. That's how long it had been. Two years since their last contact, before he became a ghost. Two years since he last professed his love, then disappeared. And here he was.
By Bugsy Watts28 days ago in Fiction
What It Feels Like
Dear loved ones, I've never had the words when you asked me to my face always feeling the sick burning of my shame and deep disgrace.
By Bugsy Wattsabout a month ago in Poets
To the Man I will Love
Dear stranger, I need to write to you though I don't know who you are. What matters in this letter is integrity. Love letters are honest. They draw from the truth that appears when our ability to feel is unimpeded. So I write, from the depths of my heart, a letter to the man I will love.
By Bugsy Wattsabout a month ago in Poets
Sayonara
Surely seeing solutions so small should swing sideways silly sentiments surrounding such scant suppositions sending secrets so suspicious
By Bugsy Watts2 months ago in Poets
I Can Be Like Water
I've tumbled over concepts all too frequently, about constituents that make a person all that they can be. * Were we stamped in the womb
By Bugsy Watts3 months ago in Poets
Ships in a Bottle
I carried pieces of me, ships in a bottle, shattered when let go. * Buried in duty to helm this horrid day, home the only true course.
By Bugsy Watts3 months ago in Poets
Gotta Catch 'Em All!
Seedling creature growing rich earth on its back Bulbasaur, the steadfast Tail of burning flame filled with fiery fury
By Bugsy Watts4 months ago in Poets
In My Wildest Dreams
I dreamt of falling, like I did every night, wondering why dreams look like northern lights. I often fell into the depths of the swirling worlds
By Bugsy Watts5 months ago in Poets
Siren
sweet singing siren flips a flirtatious tail, leading men to their doom.
By Bugsy Watts6 months ago in Poets
Cloaked
I wear a blue cloak in my neighbour's reflection. An unwanted gift.
By Bugsy Watts6 months ago in Poets
Devil's Helmet
Aconite, monkshood, even wolf's-bane, it seems poison has many names.
By Bugsy Watts6 months ago in Poets