Becky :)

Joined November 2021

28 stories

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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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Heavy.
What do you do when the atmosphere’s heavy? When the air suddenly becomes thin? When the breath in your lungs grows lukewarm?
By Becky :)4 years ago in Poets
The World is Ending.
The world is ending. Coronavirus has been looming over us since his cruel arrival. We’ve wasted dangerous amounts of fossil fuels, polluting the thickening air and attacking our planet’s protective shell.
By Becky :)4 years ago in Humans
Winner and Loser
I’m not a winner and not a loser, you’re awarded both titles somehow. All sympathy and tears sit on your throne with glory and renown.
By Becky :)4 years ago in Poets
Handwriting
I remember how you wrote your E’s. I know each stroke and curve down to a T. I remember how I couldn’t Cease My staring as the room would Heat.
By Becky :)4 years ago in Poets
The Actress
I am The Actress. I live a million lives. Each of them surfacing when I want to hide inside the layers of who I always wish I were.
By Becky :)4 years ago in Poets
What I Own
The gods may hold the power, the kings may hold the wealth, The fates may hold my future, my good fortune, and my health. To please the will of existence my control I resign,
By Becky :)4 years ago in Poets
Icarus
The air was cold as Clara Dickens entered the house. Outside the wind had been restless as winter’s characteristic stagnancy gave way to an anxious stirring. But here, in the imposing mansion surrounded by forest at the end of Tempus street, the atmosphere was still.
By Becky :)4 years ago in Fiction
The Aesthete. Top Story - December 2021.
I don’t want to be with you. That would taint the perfection you hold, To mix up your blues and pinks, To muddle your silvers and golds
By Becky :)4 years ago in Poets
Numb
I wrote this poem when I was in an extremely poor mental state. At the time, I didn't understand why I'd become immune to the things, activities, and people that used to bring me joy or pain. Although I still sometimes return to this state, I've learned that just like the bad times teach us to appreciate the good, the seasons where we can't feel deeply or experience fully allow us to embrace and cherish emotions and true living when it does come along.
By Becky :)4 years ago in Poets
Dear Moon,
If I am the sun, I’d like to be the moon. The sun gives blinding light, The moon soft, guiding hue. . The sun stands still and centered,
By Becky :)4 years ago in Poets
I Am
The Particles that formed me come from every corner of the Galaxy. The Body that bore me came from millions before She. The Timeline that produced me required Centuries of precise History.
By Becky :)4 years ago in Poets
Clay
If my body were clay, I’d be the finest sculptor. I’d work each hour away, The masses my consulter. . They’d tell me what makes art beautiful,
By Becky :)4 years ago in Poets

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Heavy.

The World is Ending.

Winner and Loser

Handwriting

The Actress

What I Own

Icarus

The Aesthete. Top Story - December 2021.

Numb

Dear Moon,

I Am

Clay

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