Bugsy Watts

Joined July 2018

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Got bit by the writing bug.

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Runner-Up in From Across the Room Challenge

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Memory Breathes
Memory breathes claiming a life of its own it breathes reminding me how little I control pulling the past forward in the most pertinent way,
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Poets
The Taste of Sunshine
The morning beckons with birdsong. The birds always know, before I do, just when the sun will rise. They call in darkest light before dawn
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Poets
Mom, I Had a Bad Dream
Awakened by my own gasp in the middle of the night, I sat upright in my twin bed and took a moment to remember Where I was.
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Poets
Guardian
I need to get back to it. I need to finish what I started. I said I would complete it and because it's not done, it's effecting my ability to accomplish anything else.
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Poets
Insomnia
I can't sleep. Insomnia. How strange that such a beautiful word can describe something so unbearably paralyzing. I desire,
By Bugsy Watts3 years ago in Poets
Chapter One - An Evening Run
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Staring at them now, it was as though they possessed this land and I was the visitor. I often wonder what happened that day in March, as I traversed the once familiar forest of my childhood. Had I been destined to open the portal or was it simply waiting to be discovered by the first person to stumbled upon the trail? My life was so different then, I mused, only six months ago. Now I was unsure which reality I preferred. As the largest of the four beasts drew its giant head skyward, I tensed, fingers twitching, and followed its gaze.
By Bugsy Watts4 years ago in Fiction
Supernova
I never reflected on being the last because I never thought it possible. When the Sun rose up to swallow the Earth I imagined we would all go together.
By Bugsy Watts4 years ago in Poets
I Heard You First. Runner-Up in From Across the Room Challenge.
Lulled into the company of strangers by well-meaning friends, I was immersed in the heart-pumping, hair-raising, stifled breath
By Bugsy Watts4 years ago in Poets
If I Don't Answer
In a strange way, everyone is at our fingertips. Even if they aren't really here. I mean physical presence. Here. Beside me.
By Bugsy Watts4 years ago in Poets
I Remember All the Great Teachers
I am reserved by nature. Growing up as the "quiet kid" in school, I'm fairly certain my favourite teachers do not know their impact on my life. But I remember all the great teachers.
By Bugsy Watts4 years ago in Confessions
Cobblestone
I walked the streets of cobblestone where once we walked before. They were not the piles of broken bone I imagined anymore.
By Bugsy Watts4 years ago in Poets
It's Just School
It’s just school. This is a letter to all of the young people around me who are still studying. I promise you, your worth is not measured by the grade on that paper. You are not “better” because you were accepted into a post-secondary institution. The prestige of your school and your area of study does not correlate to your earnings, your abilities, or your happiness. I have been told countless times by adults who supposedly knew better than me that education is the key. They are not completely wrong. But, they are only partly right.
By Bugsy Watts4 years ago in Education