bekka walker: Favorites

Apr 2014 bekka walker

SG Holter

Poet, be not afraid.
There are far worse things than
Bad poetry.

Keep writing; like a child keeps
Drawing with the purest of
Disregards to likeness.

The more stones you turn, the more
Gems you produce.

The more ink you rain,
The more gracious your written
Children grow.

All flexing builds muscle.

Rough bricks form castles.

Even Dalì carved canvases to shreds
And started anew
Not caring too much.
Not caring

Too much
To keep painting.

Apr 2014 bekka walker

Life

Apr 2014 bekka walker

Ashlei Cottom

Life

A small slip of the tongue,
A simple flick of the wrist,
Something innocent like a first kiss,
And everything we know comes crashing down.

One love.
One choice.
One mistake.
But this is the price for the risks we take.

We can't always see,
We don't always care,
And the only thing left is the pain we all share.
Sometimes we're broken and we don't know why,
But all we can do is try.

Find the beauty in it all.
The forgiveness of a friend,
The light in the dark,
And the beautiful memories on which, in the storm, you'll depend.

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

Apr 2014 bekka walker

Hidden Vice

Apr 2014 bekka walker

M H

Hidden Vice

Broken glass and lipstick stained butts,
The carpeting of youthful arrogance
Littered across the frozen and snow covered earth
Strewn upon the bleak tundra like a thousand effigies,
The guardians of the ‘treasured’ existence
That thrives within the natural man
Slowly choking life away.
And lungs struggle to catch even the faintest trace of stagnant air
Blue faced, frantic
With flayed arms
Clawing at the walls of conscience
In vain hope to be heard through the blinding haze.
And there, amongst those fettered to the vice of choice,
Stewing within the hopes of the next high
Is the freedom of bad choice.
For what more truly can tighten the shackle of slavery
Than the one who willfully discards
Until all that remains is nothing of the self,
One more piece of waste:
A tenant of the frozen mire
Crunched underfoot
And buried beneath the white

Apr 2014 bekka walker

Untitled

Apr 2014 bekka walker

cigarette daydreams

Untitled

It looks like no writer
can escape the clutches
of their true inspiration.

#love #sad #desire #yearning #you #inspiration #nostalgic #inspire #frustrated #dedicated

Apr 2014 bekka walker

Broken

Apr 2014 bekka walker

Luna Lynn

Broken

broken into a thousand pieces
I shatter to the floor
at the reflection of your sadness
I break into a hundred more
and even amongst the breakage
I cannot avoid what's true
for my soul is lost in hopeless wander
my heart is still in love with you
lost within your presence
lost within your sight
lost deep in the sunbathing daisies
lost deep in the woods of night
forgotten voices of Eden
I have eaten forbidden fruit
and the sinful crime I have committed
does not allow me to hide the truth
what is love when it is pain
beyond what can be measured?
what is loved when all that's gained
is irony and pleasure?

as I lie here broken as shattered glass
just leave me on the floor
don't attempt to glue the pieces
I shall remain broken forever more

eh..

(C) Maxwell 2014

Apr 2014 bekka walker

Stand Alone

Apr 2014 bekka walker

Andrew Kerklaan

Stand Alone

You stood there in the distance. Shimmering...

The horizon above you and all the heaven's applause at your back,

I marvelled at your seemingly ambient perfection.

Silent and cool

Naked you stood powerful and free -You were my idol

A savoir without a name/A hero in the shade! ...But your light was dazzling

It was majestic in a simple sort of way and I love you but it's incomparable...

When I looked out at you it seemed as though the earth had spanned out before me... Both magnifying and complimenting your own beauty.

I wanted to thank you for your modesty

But even in the shadow of your brilliant light I felt nervous--

As though you had done this all for me...!

But if I recover my strength I want to tell you that you made this life worth something to me,

that I am royally humbled and that I have been blessed by your being...

And if we are ever to meet again know that you may call me *friend

This last summer I took a trip out West to to visit my uncle in Victoria but on my travels I happened across something majestic. These are my findings of that memorable event

#freedom #inspiration

Apr 2014 bekka walker

Love

Apr 2014 bekka walker

Camellia-Japonica

Love

Everyone has the right to love
To be loved, and return that love
But, love can sleight and bite
It can destroy and toy
with affections.
Love can be seen as a parasite
squirming and worming
inside your heart.
Yet love has lied, and died
a thousand times before
no one closes the door on love.
Love excites ignites and
copyrights by candlelight
it's insidious need to feed.
It expedites appetites
It recites to you words wanted,
needed to be heard
Love leaves you flushed,contrite,
full of spite
Yet ready to ignite and incite
the next entwined pair of parasites.

#love #hate #pain #spite

Apr 2014 bekka walker

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Apr 2014 bekka walker

EmilyDidero

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You've got me sitting in coffee shops writing about you,
Rehearsing the next time I'll see you, even though I know it will be nothing compared to what I expect it to be

You've got me listening to lyrics of my favorite songs,
only comparing the words to anything tracking back to you

You've got me mesmerized, rapped around your finger
You've got me looking desperate for only you

And I wish to God you didn't mean so much to me,
I wish I could let you go

But you'll always be apart of me
Whether I want you here or not

Apr 2014 bekka walker

Sand Castle Blues

Apr 2014 bekka walker

svdgrl

Sand Castle Blues

Summertime sands scorch in between our bare toes,
the waves soak them cold and moist like a dog nose.
Let's build a strange castle in the shape of a heart.
Adore it, attempt to perfect it, pose for pictures.
We like to dig our fingers deep into its center.
If we press too hard, it crumbles, and we have to fix it better.
But we like to dig our fingers deep into its center.
We press too hard, it crumbles, and we can't fix it better.
It's getting late, the sun is low, the breeze chills our bones.
Tide is climbing back to us, and we've got to go home.
We've left our sweaters with our mothers
who disappeared like our shoes.
Pygmalions sans Venus blessing,
making love building blues.

#summer #nostalgia #tide #beach #sand #building #castle

Apr 2014 bekka walker

Life line

Apr 2014 bekka walker

Kayla Jenkins

Life line

Tracing along the rough edges of this lifeline
A map that shows the places he has been
Halfway through there is a break in time
But you can tell he’s been through worse

Fingers tracing the rough spots on hands
Pausing for a moment in the sad places
Uncharted territory
A discussion we will never have

Wild eyes in an empty room
Finding serenity in the cool
Deep dark blue
The water begins to boil.

Moments spent alone
In places that are filled
With all of our closest friends
A discussion we will never have.