Non rhyming and Rhyming
communication, consequence, honesty, intimacy, love, relationships, sex Becca
9:46 pm
Sex
is so tricky;
It’s so easy
to get someone to love
how you look in their bed.
It’s so easy to
be wanted
and ride that high
unaware
there’s no where to land
unaware
what changed while you were up there.
It’s so hard to tell
when words are as real as they can be
and when they’re bargains for heavy breaths
(or the heavy breaths, bargains for words- we all know how that works).
It’s hard to tell
when everyone’s on the same page
and when
by some slight of hand
the page turns-
burns
love and lust
separate
instead of having them become one
movement
all in the same.
People lie and say
it doesn’t matter, no strings attached.
Never believe that.
Sex has never been
clean cut.
There has never been
“just a fuck”.
Bodies are driven, have motives, have spirits-
everything means something.
So
it should be a rule-
we have to love the ones we fuck,
no matter what.
And we have to trust the ones we love-
Isn’t that equation clear enough?
Take the guess work out of it.
Make it count.
We should demand to refuse
those
so bent on wreckage-
so concerned only with
their moment.
Sex should be fun
as much as is it should be love.
Make it matter (because it already does).
Waste no
body’s
offering.
Minimize nothing
with manipulation or make believe.
We owe our lovers all the honesty we’ve got
(and we should love the ones we fuck).
Waste no
heart’s efforts
with tricks and games
(where not everyone’s a player, but everyone gets played).
Waste not-
bodies or hearts
or want not-
right from the start.
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Non rhyming and Rhyming
anger, anxiety, beauty, belief, broken, coping, living, longing, music, open, prayer, spirituality, writing Becca
10:41 am
Some days,
the music just has to be loud
loud enough
to drive out all temptation to believe in lies
to drive out the numb that doesn’t try
The music just has to be moving enough
to keep me moving
has to remind me of
everything that matters
everything that moves
there is never
nothing
I can do
I can do
something with this
even if it’s
just feel it
even if it’s
just be here
be here
and don’t leave
don’t obliterate myself
on rocky shores
don’t release my grasp
don’t follow their lead
this is what there is to believe-
this is all there is
and this is all that matters
some days
the music just has to be loud
loud enough
to remind me
I just have to be needy enough
to pull it in
anxious
angry
enough
to demand more
pour the waves
pour the waves
pour the waves
my skin is bare
my throat is dry
my stomach waits
my heart aches
pour the waves
pour the waves
pour the waves
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Non rhyming and Rhyming
beauty, belief, honesty, intimacy, living, longing, love, relationships Becca
1:21 am
There is a psychology to everything.
You’ve got to know
I gather my field observations
and slide them under my microscope…
you’re still driving me crazy
your hands are still warm
warm
on my skin
they are still
the only hands I ever really want
we don’t even have to talk
I can hear your thoughts
we could go forever
we could sit in silence
it’s really all the same
That’s what I already told you
That’s just the truth of us
there’s not a stitch
wrong with what we sew
we hold our borders well
until-
for just a while there
I thought we were mindless
we were
shaking everything down
we were
going to lose all our senses-
drive away,
never come back
I get it
I’m right there with you
I’m placing your hand in mine-
it fell into me this time;
you
aren’t ice
you don’t just shimmer past
what would you have done
if your name rolled off my tongue?
That has me drinking
That has me holding on
my god,
you are
exactly…
you need more time, so do I
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Rhyming
aftermath, broken, childhood, consequence, coping, family, grief, honesty, letting go, life, longing, parenthood, relationships, self, solitude, strength Becca
7:27 am
Can I just say,
it was unfair
to let me be
such a small adult.
love was not enough
to show me the ropes
A child’s decisions
should be questioned.
Didn’t anyone see
the child in me?
Didn’t anyone
lack enough belief?
It was obligation,
everything I did
It was preservation,
everything I hid
It was fear,
every time I ran
It was grasping
to understand
everything you couldn’t tell me
while you were so consumed
You didn’t see the child in me,
but I saw the one in you.
And I knew if I lost it,
if I let go
there’d be no one to come and get me
no one would know
what to say
and no one would realize
till much too late.
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Rhyming
beauty, choice, consequence, distance, faith, letting go, life, living, open, perspective, purpose, self, solitude, strength Becca
7:23 am
I’ve always loved the recklessness
the road warned against
supplies
the breath of life
comes from choosing feeling
the road suggested
comes stealing conviction,
suffocating belief,
handing out grief,
it will work a spirit till it’s weak
and considers falling in line
happens all the time
to even the most headstrong
poison in the heart
making it all seem wrong
making what’s not
look so good
making what is
look like something no one would
hold on to
And the choosers forget why they choose what they choose
and don’t know what is true
or what to do
clarity comes
in so many forms
looks like perseverance pays-
seeking the soul of things
till
the chooser gets back the reigns
and can see
what it feels like
to have been right
from the first step
of recklessness
the gritty sweet
of life’s breath.
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Non rhyming and Rhyming
aftermath, consequence, war Becca
7:17 am
It’s
the quiet ones to watch out for, the ones
that manage to slip by you disturbing nothing
too much,
but everything just enough, before you know it,
you’ve lost things
you didn’t even know could be taken away.
no one
fights the demons
disguised so simply.
this
is how wars are lost.
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Rhyming
coping, determination, faith, hope, life, living, love Becca
7:11 am
If I could find the vessel
that so resiliently
keeps producing this optimism,
I would rip the damn thing out
that would have to be
less painful
than the torturous wait
that hoping creates
always believing
seems so masochistic
there’s no giving up, no numbing relief of indifference,
no walking away
just hope
and stay.
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Rhyming
beauty, coping, perspective, relationships, substance use, writing Becca
12:29 pm
This is
keeping my head above water
keeping my hands off those bottles,
most of the time
this may be a lie
but this is mine
I
do more than survive
with this inside
I own everything-
everything is within my range
as long as there’s room for movement
within this
I wrap myself in it,
it cushions every fall,
it walks with me through every wall…
this
may be a lie,
but this is mine
and this is
keeping my head above water
keeping my hands off those bottles
most of the time
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Rhyming
aftermath, belief, broken, communication, consequence, fantasy, intimacy, love, relationships, sex Becca
4:41 pm
I told her to be careful of the dreams she weaves,
and all the things she makes herself believe
He said nothing when she said she felt
Nothing like this before with someone else
He let her spin and weave the fantasy
That made him more than he would ever be
Too many girls take love from a kiss
In which no trace of love exists
You should have seen the way she looked at him
But dreams come true less than they end
She wrote him letters
And she called his phone
He never answered and she felt alone
It really didn’t take that long to see
The guy she loved wasn’t reality
Too many girls lay down with men
To wake and find how quick dreams end
He let her cry, he let her curse his name
She let him know nothing would feel the same
Too many hearts aren’t broken by men themselves
But by girls who dreamed them into something else
I told her dreams unraveled can be used again
But it turns out that dreams are hard to mend.
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Rhyming
communication, distance, fear, honesty, intimacy, living, relationships, strength Becca
4:36 pm
“I strongly suspect that the capacity for pain and the capacity for joy are equal. Only those who have suffered great pain are able to know equally great joy.” Madeline L’Engle
Tin Men
Sometimes
I just want to kick you (so many of you) in the chest,
break you open
What could you possibly be hiding?
Hiding from?
You must think there’s safety in being numb.
You think there’s no redemption, no healing comes?
It’s really not that bad,
feeling things.
You think everyone hasn’t felt that same
hesitation?
It’s just, there comes a point
where you let go,
until you do
there are things you’ll never know,
never understand.
How good can you possibly feel,
Holding back like that?
Tell me you don’t seek what you lack.
You have logic, and vices, and jokes
but I’ve seen your capacity
flicker in your eyes.
Sometimes when you speak
and words are left waiting,
I see what we don’t say.
You think it falls away?
Don’t talk to me about reason and hurt-
those are just graves,
I won’t wallow in that dirt.
I can’t stand clichéd excuses,
it’s so pathetic
and a completely useless
attempt of defense.
Do you really believe cold hard walls make you strong?
All they are is fear,
leaving you too weak to take the risk.
Countless tin men;
women pour themselves over,
hunting the smallest crack in armor.
Just trying
to give something to make the tin men real.
I can’t count the times
I ache
for you (each of you)
to break open
before you’ve lost too much.
“The waste of life lies in the love we have not given, the powers we have not used, the selfish prudence which will risk nothing and which, shirking pain, misses happiness as well.” Unknown
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