#rebecca
8
She likes video games, reading books
and watching movies with family
She always day dreams
and plays outside alone, imagining.
She looks up to her big sister,
and likes to sing together in her car
Her little sister is annoying
She's always the shining star.
But together all three will walk to the park.
11
She likes to color, play guitar and sing
She dances in her room without worrying
One wall is covered with a teen pop sensation,
Others hold her poems and art that reveal her struggles and wishes.
She liked the attention singing got her
It made her feel like she was worthy.
She did her best to live up to
The things said by her family
13
She was sad often and preferred to be alone
She still played guitar but played games the most,
She liked writing poems and songs,
They let her express herself in any tone
She had plans to go far away one day,
with her best friend she would escape.
There'd be hello kitty tunnels
and fun had every day.
She fell victim to infatuation
which lead to many hearts being broke,
Forced to play outside,
she'd swing away her trauma while grasping ropes.
16
She's quiet, she stays in her room alone, she feels unwanted.
The internet is where she felt she belonged
Most people would hear her out
and wouldn't ask her to play them a song.
She was forced to go somewhere she was needed
She got an education out of it and an identity crisis.
25
She is independent, but still feels scared
She is working to understand her life
and is moving forward with care.
So don't call me Becca,
It reminds me of those years-
the times I was saddest and living in fear.
Becca had a mask that Rebecca has out grown.
The mask is smaller now and is becoming unsown.
It's been a painful process, the mask really hurt
This is where I'm at now, trying to unlearn.
Jan 17, 2024
Jan 17, 2024 at 10:09 AM UTC
I met an angel sent from god
We fell in love, we planned our wedding, our future
But the last mission the angel needed to accomplish
Was leaving me
And I can’t thank god enough
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 7:56 AM UTC
I was drunk,
you were drinking and well on your way,
for one night we visited again
the apex of us,
a perfect facsimile of those days
when we were ours
and
danced
for hours.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
*How long before this has to end?
Unspoken words remain off route
Not only streel in the room, but lean in
You take your head out the oven
To see love decline again
How long before this has to end?
We talk, talk, and ascend
We climb above their upends
They only reach to our chins*
*Tread lightly over what we’ve maimed
May have put the imago into the flame
You’re down and out, on higher ground
Heaven’s on fire with a lack of sound
There’s things you need to heft
Before they weigh on you
Regardless on how you feel
Rid the ample gossip and gab
When frailty tries to take the wheel
Take the door and don’t look back*
You’ve found your peace of mind
You've found someone new to heal
Until they crack their jaw of glass
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC
I don't know much about Jellyfish, but I do know of a girls biggest wish is to become one of those fish and
oh, she would fit.
The female Jelly of a rare species, one of the most beautiful, divine finds.
A very rare kind, that would ever so shine, there's only one of it's kind,
it leaves me so blind.
The gentle Jelly so breathtaking that it takes away all of my oxygen,
The Jelly's, heart breaking.
She's so damaged, she's dead on the inside with many different strings
loosely draping among with her, it's a representation of all of her past,
so terrible, I wonder if I could fix that?
I don't know if there's a Jellyfish that continuously changes colors in a glowing manner,
but she would.
This is why this Jellyfish would be the rarest.
This Jellyfish would glow colors of Yellow,Purple,Gray,Black,Blue, and Red.
The yellow would be her happiness, though it may be the rarest of her colors.
Purple, would be her scars.
Black, is her hidden irrationality that I wont ever let her drown in, in her wonderful blue lit sea.
Gray, would portray something like the clouds on a rainy day, something that keeps her happiness hidden.
Blue, a very sad colored blue that would be the color of her tears that I try to wipe and keep away, this blue is more distinct than
the color of the waters she lives in because it represents only her pain and only comes out of her.
Red, would represent her recent scarring's, a recent ****** wound that has just been cut or even a wound that will not disappear.
The Jellyfish being through all that she has been through still continues to float among the sea,
a weak, but also a strong Jellyfish as my bubbles keep her afloat, I wont ever let the waves engulf her.
The persistent sea critter drifts delicately reminiscing, but not forgetting.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 3:37 AM UTC
blank faced stone
staring at the lava from which it came
boiling white eyes
crusted, cooling hair
the changing mistress that he once was
her emotions motion the ocean
to break down his defined exterior
and reunite the blue sea with the red lake
for them to create, again
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
You were never much to look at.
Unless it was up close, heavy breathing eyelash kissing goosebumps kind of pretty.
And you laughed at me and i hated your loud laugh and everything else about you that was so loud.
You lived loudly you were loud; but being loud doesn't mean **** if being loud isn't being honest.
And if being loud is being the kind of loud people like to hear then its not being loud its just adding to everyone else’s ******** noise.
I'm talking about beauty, living with beauty and beauty flowing through your hair and your eyes as they looked into mine but then the beauty stopped the second you ran into me accidentally in a crowded hallway and pretended you didn't mean to get that close.
The beauty you might have had if you hadn't have been so ******* noisy.
The up close heavy breathing eyelash kissing goosebumps kind of beauty that you had with me, you could have shown the world in a loud kinda way this beauty, a goose bump chills kind of beauty.
But you said no and all you’ll ever do from now on is add to everyone else’s ******** noise.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
I do not classify myself as a Becca or Becky because the ‘Re’ is important.
The prefix meaning ‘again’ motivates me when I fail to keep trying again.
Failing ***** but growing from mistakes is a beautiful process that I come by often.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 8:44 AM UTC
I will wear my love for you as you wake
not knowing if I'll be shaken so much today
that I'll let my back out from under support
that I'll let my soul slip sideways and wave goodby
while you look up at the snapping beams
wishing you were still asleep
I will write you a list of words as in our struggle with spoken verse
I am caught with what I mean to say stuck in meaningless whispers
Killing myself again, against your wishes, with cigarettes
spinning the secret notions and emotions in a song
I believe in nighttime you'll find my
praise of you as I sing, deeply
On a winter night,
listen at the window
Cold wind blowing on your face
and through your shirt
let the pressure go
Oh,
Invite my shyly into your space
feel that I'll be thankful
when I wake
that I surround you
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
she's not here anymore
so why don't I just
go away
her car is here, her home
is here. Even her cat is here
And her gardens are, too
sailed on and on
It's over, it's been over,
her shadow's parked on those hallways
she's not here anymore
so why don't I just
go away
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC