"becca" poems
Where as one told me a Girl so Beloved
Whose White Soldiers fought hard to overtake
But Bless her River-Red Defense involved
Un-sully her Soft-Flaming Mind does make
Grateful for the Favour you volunteer
Though Shy, Cross-Country we can still befriend
Souls like you, Countenance; And in Best Cheer
The Angel whose Healing Hands recommend
May I know your Name? So that I Sponsor
At least in Spirit Common Bonds reveal
Hands clasped, and pray for Hope in your Honour
Dear Sweet Maple from Mountie's Duty - HEAL!
I'll let you Rest now. And Mum take over
To Pepper your Dreams on Light's recover.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 8:30 PM UTC
dude
they have this
giant blue
monolith
in their
bathroom
no i wasn't
high, maybe
sugar high
becca's
oma kept
offering me
cookies
like i was a
monster that
needed
sating
eventually
i was
screaming
at her:
no, oma, i
don't want
any more ****
cookies
not the
point, dude,
the monolith, you
shoulda seen this
thing i wanted to
worship it that's
how awesome it
was
becca said it
was modern art or some
**** maybe its
their god but then
why would
they put it in their
bathroom?
i guess if
you really love
somebody
you will let them
see you
*** smell your
****
thats true love
man
becca
come into the
bathroom
with me
becca
baby
we're going to
church
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 4:04 PM UTC
It's 10:51
My Philosophy of Science class
Wasn't supposed to end until 11:15.
There is 39 minutes until Accounting.
I don't like this.
Because the cafe will be too full
It would cause a bad attack.
Because I was dumb and didn't take
My anti anxiety meds.
So I have to sit down on a bench in the hallway.
Stairs are a wreck.
My knees just shake.
I took too much of my friend's adderall
Because I never went to sleep.
And I needed to do all of these assignments
And exams
And papers
And swap tragic life stories with Becca
And I only picked at a piece of watermelon for breakfast
And now I have the shakes.
And I'm either really ******* hot
Or really ******* cold.
And I don't know which one.
So I'm just wearing a really warm sweatshirt.
Isn't this great
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
Moving in was a *****
Three tiny flights of stairs.
Night three and we finally had dinner.
Macaroni and cheese on the floor.
I was sad for the first few months.
Crying on the futon.
Crying in my bed.
Crying on the floor.
Crying in the shower.
Crying on your shoulder.
Netflix, Redbox, and Cooltv.
Dragging bags of clothes to the laundry room.
You and Cody played guitar.
We had a live show every night.
You wrote beautiful music.
And stopped singing if I cried.
Turning conversations into poetry.
You introduced me to Becca.
Little did I know, she'd be my best friend.
Getting drunk.
Getting high.
Smoking out of bongs.
Smoking joints.
Smoking bowls.
Smoking blunts.
Trying to find something to smoke.
The light in the bathroom stopped working.
We had to smack it for it to turn on.
That stopped working too.
The candle caught on fire.
Your drunk friend threw it into the sink.
I almost killed him.
We slept together sometimes.
We slept apart.
We slept with other people.
I took out my dreads to make myself feel better.
Shang was in West Virginia the whole time.
But he was in the living room every day.
We rolled...so many times.
Laughing at everything.
Going on toilet paper missions.
The futon broke.
New rule: no *** on the futon.
Playing Circle of Death, we got to know each other.
The ring of beer stains around the coffee table.
Bats chirping right outside my window.
We discovered our super powers.
I don't remember my birthday party.
The Christmas party.
Justin got me drunk on white Russians.
Slow dancing with Brian.
Mouth ****
Jello shots.
You never carved the turkey cookie.
New Year's Eve someone kicked in the door.
It was broken for months.
The next few months were the last ones.
I didn't want to leave.
The apartment was our home.
We ****** up, we grew up, we threw up.
There's no place home.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
Il poeta è un uccello
che becca le parole
sotto la neve del normale
viene sul davanzale
e scappa, impaurito
se lo vuoi catturare
Il poeta è femmina
Il poeta è gagliardo
ha qualcosa, nello sguardo
che tu dici: è un poeta
Spesso è analfabeta
ma è meglio
è piú immediato
il poeta è un ammalato
colitico, fegatoso, asmatico
il poeta è antipatico, scontroso
ombroso: guai
chiamarlo poeta
è una cometa
che annuncia un mondo nuovo
è assolutamente inutile
è un fallito
è un pappagallo di partito
è organico, no,
è fatto d'aria
ha nella penna tutta intera
la rabbia proletaria
è sopra la politica
è sopra il mondo
il poeta è tisico e biondo
il poeta è sempre suicida
il poeta è un furbone
il poeta è una sfida
alle banalità del mondo
il poeta è assolutamente
del tutto normale
il poeta è omosessuale
il poeta è un santo
il poeta è una spia
poi un giorno va via
in un isola lontana
o anche a puttana
e lascia un gran vuoto
nella poesia
la sua
il poeta è il titolo
di questa mia.
1.5k
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
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
Today was the first time I saw my grandfather since his passing.
He had a chubbier face
and was behind the wheel of a red Toyota Camry
next to a woman who wasn't my grandmother.
Becca was in the passenger seat beside me.
She didn't see my knuckles turn white
as I gripped the steering wheel tighter.
Then the light told me I could go.
She didn't see tears fall as I accelarated into the intersection
when all I wanted to do was turn around follow
the man who wasn't my grandpa
in a car that wasn't his
to a house I'd never seen before
and wouldn't miss when I left.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 10:55 AM UTC
<i>Another night all alone w/o my baby here at home
I type away with many worries sifting through my head
What I really need is to have you back in my bed
The thoughts of someone holding you
Make me get up and leave the room
At this point I don't care whose to blame any more
All I can do is hope you walk thru that front door
The nights turn to days as I get up and feed the cats
Yes we still have 3 and maybe another 3 wandering around
I take a shower and dream your next to me
But I know those days are just a memory
I think of many ideas just to get you to talk
When all seem to fail I feel like can't do anything right
Another day approaches light...
My parents surprised me by knocking at the door
I left them out there not sure I wanted their company
But they kept knocking and tapping the window
I begrudgingly let them in and was sorry I did
Old people telling me what I did wrong and don't need reminded
I ****** up and let my wife Becca walk out of my life
As usual I had no plan to get her to come back
When nothing worked I got frustrated and said the wrong things
I guess maybe I was just trying to hard and anger led me astray
I hold out hope for those magic words that I have yet to find
I know they are buried somewhere in my mind
In truth there no words that I can say to end my misery
I only hope that you can some how forgive me
I neglected you and was caught up in a different world
When I should have fought to stay in yours as well
I can only promise you my undying faith and love
And swear to GOD that I will never treat you like a prisoner again
I just want these lonely nights to come to an end
And put my arms around you and kiss you good night
But I look around this lonely house and all I see
Are memories of what you meant to me
And I slowly shut down the computer and grab my phone
And regret that I was the reason you walked away
And that's a pain that will never go away
I miss you baby ...what more can I say?
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC
witness dusk on the top edge
of a mountain higher
than the largest problem man ever created
Having a best friend is a wonderful happening
its a wonder and a **** of the head
a twist in the neck
like the most interesting engagement
transpiring right now
the pink sky fading on a girl's birthday
and a disposable snap shot
of a moment
where two girls smiled
arms outstretched towards infinite sky
individuals independents
fond over memories
of a friend somewhere
out of reach
they pull out like a ruffled note
in a pocket
during times when great things
are happening
but no one to bask with
witness the dusk
we found ourselves there once
except we were dancing above
the problems
Joyous Goddesses content
with blindness in the fog
heading for dawn
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
To an Alice that could've been: I toy with the idea of future memories, contingent to past moments. Let's pretend it fades in from white. Now, there she is, summer dress flopping up and down on the trampoline like the opening and closing of a sunflower umbrella. She is a chronic smiler. And when her mouth isn't smiling, you can bet her eyes surely are. Or maybe her 4-year-old dimples. Anyhow, you can always be sure to find it buried in some characteristic of that face so round from laughing and so familiar to her mother. She charms, she brings joy, she shows the love of love. She makes the moon shine and my sun rise.
To a Dakota that could've been: The fading once again comes to clarity. There he is. In some statement of fashion not yet fit for an eighth grader. He doesn't care. He would if his father didn't wear it. Look at him: screaming at his mom for space, for some angsty, undefined sense of freedom and individuality. He's inherited more than the tie clip.
To a Becca that could've been: You always were and always will be. There is no fading for you, only a dramatic finish: the curtains meet in the middle and sway for a few seconds while the audience continues to clap, continues to cry, continues to wait for another Act. There is doubt to whether or not the lights will return or whether the curtains will open again, accompanied by such fanfare as to be sublime.
To a Darko that could've been: Don't wait for me, please. You can truly be fulfilled without me in your life. Don't wait to grow your hair out. Don't wait to try acid for the first time. I won't be there to hold your hand, I won't be there to physically hurt you when you make me feel worthless as a parent, and I surely won't be there when you see your mom cry for the first time. You'll cry too. And I'll know why.
Make me proud, Dakota.
Make me smile, Alice.
Make me remember, Becca.
Make her happy, Darko.
Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 11:44 PM UTC
10th month
October 2013:
I went to the cafe
with my best friend Becca
she ordered something to eat
i ordered a tea
i told my adventures with kirsten so far
to all of it she answered
" You two together yet?"
i replyed
" no not yet, i hope soon."
a couple of days after she told
me she just wanted to be friends
i was sad and all, but i was fine with it
She came over my house one morning
we watched a movie
"Love story"
after we went to my room i showed her my poetry
and climbed on the bed and held hands
We went outside
and biked around for awhile
it was like a movie.
the week to come
we had another night advenutre
it was cold that night
but we ran a lot
sat on a river bank
listened to music
and ran off into a golfcourse
near a pond
we threw our glowsticks in
and layed in the grass
ran through sprinklers
and laughed
Fall was starting to make more of an opening
more cold
more colors were breaking in
me and my friend janessa rode the train
one afternoon before thanksgiving
up and down the town we went
enjoying every moment
thanksgiving came
and kirsten came over my house
she kissed me
and we spent the night
in eacothers arms
We enjoyed it
so we did it a couple of more times
after that night
i remember waking ine morning
with her lip marks on my neck
the last week of october
came around the corner,
Kirsten once again told me
she did not want to be with me
just friends
i accepted it,though i did not want to
i could do nothing
my words were nothing
we spent five days together
i like to refer to them
" the last five days of friendship"
after those five days
something went wrong
and we barely spoke anymore
it snowed terribly
before Halloween
Otober advenures ended
and ****** november came
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
so there once was this boy and someone on ask. fm asked him the following
"I'm gonna steal your ex girlfriend bud"
here was his reply
"well then there's a few things you need to know. her favorite songs are I saw god today, if heaven wasn't so far away, you are my sunshine, butterfly kisses, and she wants to dance to I loved her first at her wedding with her dad. her favorite colors are Blue, Green, and Purple. Her favorite candy is Mini eggs, jelly beans, chocolate almonds. She likes her bed more then anyone else's, she likes affection in public, she likes hand holding, biting her lower lip and putting your hand on her cheek while kissing, she doesn't want a **** she wants someone sweet, she likes roots pants more then anything, she'll always loves you in her best and worst times, she's unique in every way possible. She's perfect, her hair smells like flowers in the morning, her hands are always warm and soft, Starbucks is her favorite vanilla bean frapachino is what she wants, she likes surprise visits, make sure you compliment her, tell her how pretty she is, tell her how nice she looked that day, tell her how perfect of a person she is, make her smile that beautiful smile. Do not tickle her when she's upset because you'll just make her more mad and it hurts her, give her a big hug and rub her back and she'll be okay. Do not call her boo or bae, call her bec or becca, and if your being serious with her call her rebecca. She'll know your serious then. She likes it when you do the little things like rubbing your thumb over her thumb while holding hands or paying attention to her and showing her that you want to listen to her and be there with her. Watch the movies she likes, even if there sappy and girly she likes them and it makes her happy laying with you and watching them. she likes pogos and grilled cheese. Make sure you take pictures with her because that's what gets her through tough times is the pictures of you and her. Take her for walks on the water, there's no other place more she likes then to be on the water. stay up late with her at night when shes upset and talk to her on the phone. And I want you to treat her right. Treat her like a princess because she deserves to be treated like it. Don't ***** up with her and break her heart because she's the best girl you'll ever meet."
and that my friend is how to win a girls heart all over again. the fact that this guy payed attention to all this melts my heart
take notes boys
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
"i miss you" you say, but do you even know me?
we were friends for so long, but that's ancient history.
life's not about nostalgia or reliving our past,
it's all about now, moving forward and fast.
the moment is fleeting, so let's just move on,
i'll always love those green eyes and your favorite song,
but we've been holding on to those memories for way too long.
"i miss you" i say, as i think of all that we shared,
but what i really miss is having someone who cared.
i don't know who you are, our connection is gone
what we miss are the people we were before it went wrong.
i remember each tear that i shed and the lies that i told,
i remember that it was you who i used to hold,
and i remember that together we learned how to be bold.
"i love you" you said, but could you say that now?
do you remember the night in your bed when you made that vow?
you said we'd be friends forever, but that's a big word.
we still hadn't learned that you have to scream to be heard.
and we still shared everything, from secrets to food,
we whispered about your sister with the bad attitude,
we didn't know that within the year, our friendship would conclude.
"i love you" i said, and now i don't know who you are.
i miss the nights in your yard spent watching the stars.
you brought light to my life when i could only see dark,
i thought my fire was out, but you brought back my spark.
i tried to move on in every way that i knew,
but it's hard to forget the girl who helped you through,
i think that some part of me will always love you.
we've said our goodbyes again and again,
but it's so hard to let go of your very best friend.
you taught me the meaning of having a family,
and taught me about love beneath an oak tree.
we were just kids, had no idea of the aftermath of our actions,
we forged a friendship full of unnecessary attachments,
but now we have to grow up, there's no room for distractions.
"just try to move on" you whispered, leaving me in the dust,
"i don't know if i can" i said, "you're the only one i can trust."
but you left anyways, and now i know that it's not your fault;
we did what we could, but our love was brought to a halt.
so i'm taking your advice, i'm moving on,
everything that we shared is suddenly gone,
i shed my last tears over you last night in your old lawn.
"i love you" you said, and i know that you meant it.
"i miss you" you said, and i'll never forget it.
you've left your fair share of scars on my broken heart,
but now that i've let myself cry, the healing can start.
you never meant to do me any harm,
but oh, how i miss your smiles and charm,
and i still can remember being wrapped in your arms.
no words that i write can ever compare,
i'll always remember everything that we've shared.
but it's been a few years, and now i have to say goodbye,
there's no point holding on to our song and your green eyes.
i promise i'll keep every secret you spoke,
and i'll keep on laughing at all of our jokes,
so i guess this is goodbye to you and our summers under that oak.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
I loved the way you'd smile
It could light up the whole town
Although I haven't seen it in quite awhile
I loved the way you'd laugh
It was so happy, so true
But I didn't know what you put yourself through
I loved the colour of your faded blue eyes
They seemed to make the world disappear
Little did I know you didn't want to be here
I loved the way you'd hold my hand
When I was feeling low
But I didn't know you'd soon let go
I loved the sound of your voice
When you called me late at night
But I didn't know you would soon end your fight
I loved the way your eyes lit up
When you heard your favouite song
You haven't listened to it in so long
I loved the way you'd write down all your feelings
In the journal under your bed
Did all those thoughts really go through your head?
I loved the way I thought I knew you
We were supposed to best friends
Why would you let that end?
But
I didn't love how you faked your smile and your laughter was always forced
I didn't love how your cheeks were stained with tears and gaining weight became your biggest fear
I didn't love the fact that you stopped eating and never left your room
I didn't love how your eyes seemed sad and the fact that nobody knew
I didn't love how you marked up your wrist with a knife and a blade and the last choice that you made
I didn't love how you never got help, because you said you couldn't be saved
I didn't love how you left me, I thought you would stay
I didn't love the words you wrote on the day you said goodbye and the fact that you always cried
I didn't love the fact that you didn't answer my calls that afternoon
I didn't love how I found you with a gun to your head
I didn't love how I was too late, you were already dead
-Becca Harris
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 9:02 AM UTC
I always get asked why I read so much and the answer is simple really.
Its because I can escape to live and breath as someone else if only for a short amount of time.
When I'm reading I can breath again and all my problem just disappear as the word on the pages of this magnificent creation fill my mind.
Like my own personal movie acting itself out inside my head.
I read because while I may be losing my house and worrying about every little detail, Becca is moving on to college and a newer, sweeter better life. I read because even though I know its not real it still feels like it for a blissfuly small amount of time.
But really I read most of all because I love to read and the value of books, at least to me, could never be put into words.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
the last text i got from her said
"I don't want to go to work"
it was a saturday afternoon
i was asleep
and i didn't reply
that was a month ago
i've tried contacting her since
but to no avail
i miss my best friend
i need my best friend
i want to cry to her
i want her to cry to me
at times like these
i need her most
when it's 1am and im vulnerable
my thoughts race
becca come back to me
tell me what i did
to send you away
i ruin every friendship
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
19 | 31 Poems for August 2017
I can never make you love me no matter what I say or do.
Disappointments seem to be the foundation of my progress.
I’m gradually beginning to realise that success is a slow process.
I dislike how you tend to forget about me during some nights when you’re drinking wine.
I gave you honesty and honestly speaking, going back-and-forth with you is exhausting me.
Over the years, our friendship has been tainted by rumours that everyone knows except for us.
There may have been some chemistry between us that we both chose to blatantly ignore.
I wrote many of my poems in Braille for the kind of love I was desperately longing to feel from you.
I’m still falling for you, and my words are revealing so that’s why you’ll know that this poem is about you.
I find it hard walking away from a woman whose arms I have always wanted to run into.
What should I do now with the love that I have always wanted to give to you?
All I’m asking for is you, and I can’t bear the thought of someone else being next to you.
I’m jealous and I know that I will probably be the last one to ever admit it.
I’m a lover without a lover but never loveless, so what am I supposed to do?
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC
Oh Sunshine,
They all told me not to be with you.
They told me you were a gateway to bad things.
I found out one day in my car...
They lied to me!
You're amazing.
You take me to new places.
I've seen so many things.
You even saved my life once when I was 19...
I love you so much.
Thank you for showing me the truth.
Oh **** dear ****
xoxo
-Becca D.
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 11:57 AM UTC
Oh Becca, dear Becca
Your sunrise hair makes me happy
I love how weird you are
Using your glasses to hold things
You make me laugh
You listen
I see your beauty
Inside and out
In your child
Life without you would be the worst
You're my rock
My best friend
I'm so glad Dan got you high
Fin.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
So I'm broke now,
And I have no friends.
Because friends are stupid and block you on social media.
For reasons that will remain unknown.
Oh well.
At least I'm not pregnant and homeless.
But I am failing every class.
Javin and dominique until the end.
And Becca for now.
Most likely.
And food is stupid
And life is stupid.
I will probably end up working at a grocery store
For the rest of my life.
And end up on the streets.
I am not being melodramatic.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
your smile brings me the most joy I've ever felt; seeing you happy and LIVING again gave me the strength to keep going. I know that mentally you are not okay and I know that I can't fix that. even if I can't fix it by loving you, I will do anything in my power to bring happiness into your life again. I will love you on good days and bad days and all the days in between, I will love you until my last breath escapes my lungs. you were my first and I want you to be my last. I've never been able to see myself having a future with anyone else because I could never see a future for myself, but you, you give me something to look forward to. I want to take care of you, love you until our last days. I have fallen head over heals in love with you becca anne and it's the most terrifying and exciting thing I've experienced.
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC
My friend,today will soon end
It's now or never,you'll check the timing
A lonely tear falls down and dries on the cheek...
A friend reached out and tried to understand ..
if only the globe paused for your perfection,it would drawn in a tear lake.
Now or never!I'll realise..
A contemplate of a teardrop,that's all I see
It's all dry deep down your eyes,but signs still show,huh!
So many nights it dropped,trickling down,wet as the sand on the beach.A lonely heart imploded around a frown.
Tomorrow ,this will feel like yesterday's newspaper!
Life will carry on,if you want to see your star shining,
then check the night speed.You've never seen the susnset..
It all felt like dawn,right?
Filled with tears,but now you'll see it set,and that won't be amere..I believe .
You can always find a way out!
_Becca_
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 10:08 AM UTC
Oh Becca,
what have you done?
13 years have passed
and you are thin
your sunken
cheeks
a rotten peach
where Texas daisies
used to grow
a decade has past
and your demons
can't stop talking
that you're in the bathroom
again
you're flying so high on the tiles
again
dreaming of love you were
never given
again
*(I know
your father
kicked you out and that
your mother never told you
that she cared)*
And I know what he did to you.
And I know that it broke you
and that you can't find a way
to cope with the pain
of thinking love wasn't for you
Oh Becca,
love is for you.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
There's nothing more I need
Than to feel your loving embrace
You warmed my cold hardened heart
And put a smile right on my face
I didn't know what I'd do without you
But now I know
I don't have to ponder that
You offered me a ring, I couldn't say no!
A symbol of our everlasting love
Promised me you'd never leave me
In awe, you inspired me
You are my key
You give me what I need
I suppose that was you, wasn't it?
With that loving deed
You gave me someone who cares
Someone who's true
Someone who trusts me
And is never blue
"I love you, Becca"
"And I love you too"
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 10:05 PM UTC