Entries By Becky
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simplify
My life would be so much easier if I would simplify it. I need to get rid of so much stuff. I even have dreams about clearing out the clutter, but I don’t do it. Things are much easier when you don’t make them difficult. When you just go with the flow, things are much less likely to cause you stress. I did hate the word simplify when we did fractions as a kid.
Posted By Becky On 05.08.2013 @ 6:53 pm
lamb
So sweet and cute as it lay in the grassy field, I want to cuddle it and then cry into it’s soft fur. I already love it.
Posted By Becky On 03.04.2013 @ 12:47 pm
weathered
Old, broken down, sad, like you want to help it, but there is no way to help it. Upsetting. Cold, wet, snowy, or hot and burned. Weather vane. Lots of bad weather has happened on it. Trees, and things like that.
Posted By Becky On 02.20.2013 @ 2:54 pm
Old, broken down, sad, like you want to help it, but there is no way to help it. Upsetting. Cold, wet, snowy, or hot and burned. Weather vane.
Posted By Becky On 02.20.2013 @ 2:52 pm
Old, broken down. Like it has been there for a long time. Weather vane. Wet, snowy, icy,cold, hot, burned.
Posted By Becky On 02.20.2013 @ 2:49 pm
flailing
She flailed her arms as if to stop herself, or slow herself. Her hair blew out wildly behind her. But she didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. She just kept falling.
She wouldn’t remember reaching the ground.
Posted By Becky On 02.18.2013 @ 9:52 pm
growing
salesman
step step. I hear the patter of footsteps up my stairs knock knock. I hear the loud, forceful rap of knuckles against my door hello? hello ma’am. is your mother at home? no. she is dead. oh. an uncomfortable look. is your father at home? no. okay.. step step. I hear the patter of footsteps down my stairs.
Posted By becky On 02.07.2013 @ 2:31 pm
size
Everyone’s size is different, and yet it has virtually the same impact on us all. Whether we are too short, that illusive thing they call “average”, or too tall, we all feel like the grass is greener on the side we can’t see over, or the one some can step across. Whether we are too large and being judged whenever we take a bite, or too skinny and food is shoved down our throats, very few people, if anybody, is fully satisfied with their size. But size doesn’t dictate who we are. Size only matters in matters of the heart.
Posted By becky On 01.15.2013 @ 7:52 pm
master
the master of the universe is everything that is right with life, without a master everyone would collapse into nothing and fail to exist. without life what would we be. we need direction to guide us to the better choices in life, and this is what a master gives us
Posted By becky On 01.11.2013 @ 10:02 am
amount
broadcast
I don’t know…broadcast…I watch a lot of tv it seems these days. I don’t really try to, I guess I just have too much time on my hands. I don’t really have a favorite show, I just watch whatever is on…that’s probably not very healthy. I should go outside. Broadcast…hm. This is hard.
Posted By Becky On 12.09.2012 @ 12:04 am
past
It was the end, and the beginning, and she couldn’t be happier that it was gone. It was all in the past. Now was the time to move on from there.
She smiled as she walked by her abusive ex.
Posted By Becky On 11.28.2012 @ 7:41 pm
society
Society is full of hurry. People rushing from home to work, work to home and never stopping to take the time to appreciate. From office to office or from home to school, people never take the time to stop and think or look and enjoy what’s around them or the people they are surrounded by.
Posted By Becky On 02.13.2013 @ 2:24 am
plays
We do them in school Les Miserables Fun, hard to do without a lot of people they do
Posted By Becky On 02.10.2013 @ 2:24 pm
raised
I was raised in a family of sign posts. We weren’t rich but we were happy. I was born a stop and remained that way until my late teens, my siblings sometimes teased me for it but i knew who i was. My parents were ‘hippies’, they changed signs almost every week and usually to some obnoxious vintage car number plate, sometimes people stared at us when we went on our annual road trips but we just laughed at them and rolled on. Those memories are the best that I possess anymore
Posted By Becky On 10.18.2012 @ 12:15 pm
happy
One claims to be happy more often than one actually is happy. It’s hard to be truly carefree and happy, but when it happens you know. It’s those fleeting moments looking up at the stars or drifting to sleep in the back of a familiar car. It’s simple things that make you happy, and we need more of them.
Posted By Becky On 10.08.2012 @ 10:28 am
various
The leaves that littered the sidewalk came in various stages of color, light, decomposition. Some were torn and browned, stomped on by thousands of feet thus far, almost a slick paste on the wet, gray sidewalk. Others still contained a second hue in addition to the brown. A remnant, a ghost of the oranges and yellows and vibrant reds that had filled them to the brim before they drifted down on the wet air. And then on top, those that fell last night. The snow would be coming soon and all the colors would be replaced by the white and the gray and the dirt and the wet. But now, in the chill, before the death had come completely, now there was still a bit of color to be seen
Posted By Becky On 10.04.2012 @ 10:55 am
combine
I didn’t know that one could combine love with such melancholy. I had no idea it could taste so bittersweet. I didn’t like the taste, the texture in my mouth. The sadness oozed its way into my lungs, making me cough up sickness. I poured this sickness into your life’s cup so you could taste the sad, the tears. What a poor combination.
Posted By Becky On 10.02.2012 @ 8:41 pm
help
Help I’m dying, or my spirit is dying.. my hope is dying.. the little piece of me that reminds me of a long-forgotten time when I used to hope, it’s fragile as a candle and I’m sucking out the oxygen with my fucked-up choices and impurity. I’m killing my own hope, with my choices. Somebody help me, please. Please. I
Posted By Becky On 09.27.2012 @ 10:04 am
despite
I choose to live positively despite what’s happening around me. I choose to speak Truth despite the lies that come. I choose to love despite how I feel. Despite. We must rise above our circumstances and our emotions times, while still acknowledging them. We were born to live and live in victory. So. Let’s live.
Posted By Becky On 09.19.2012 @ 8:22 am
comfort
Mom’s quilts. Even the sound they make as you drop them onto a carpeted floor is comforting. Stacked together, one on top of another, they make the perfect Princess and the Pea bed for Chuckie. Each one tells a story.
Posted By Becky On 08.20.2012 @ 8:41 pm
puncture
Did you know that you would break my heart? Did you know that your words were like your perfectly manicured fingernails, and would dig down into my chest to puncture the delicate membrane of my heart? Of course you didn’t. A needle doesn’t know its sharpness, just as you don’t know the piercing ferocity of your words.
Posted By Becky On 08.06.2012 @ 8:05 pm
key
When I leaned closer to the keyhole ot spy inside, the lace that was tied to a key around my neck slipped loose and fell to the ground with a sharp clink. This is it, I thought, I’m bound to be discovered now. But the expected footsteps that soon followed did not come from inside the dark room, but from behind me.
Posted By Becky On 08.05.2012 @ 5:46 am
suspects
criminal crime justice mercy forgiveness bad evil sin jail cautious investigate murder crime simple bad good cops police guns weapons blood hurt victims
Posted By becky On 07.20.2012 @ 8:40 pm
detention
It wasa horrible day to be stuck in a three-hour saturday detention. It was beautiful outside- sunny, perfectly warm, with butterflies and twittering birds and posies and the like. And, it was the day after the last day of school. How did Sara get detention during the last five minutes of high shcool, you ask? sipmle. she punched a kids lights out. she had good reason! he had insulted her friend, her friend’s family, had made poor Jessica cry. Cry! And Jessica was a strong girl. She rarely, if ever cried, and this kid’s words drove her into gulping sobs.
Posted By Becky On 07.07.2012 @ 1:44 am
motion
Something that happens automatically, even if you aren’t actually moving. I’ve always had trouble learning Newton’s theories about motion and the law of gravity and such, but I see motion as such a simple thing to understand. Motion is what’s happening right now, as I’m typing, or as I’m sitting. The world is always in motion which makes us be in motion constantly. When I play piano I am in motion. This intense motion with so much emotion…haha see what I did there? But it’s special and I feel like there’s more to it than just the laws of motion and what everybody else sees.
Posted By Becky On 07.01.2012 @ 11:33 am
