Entries By rebecca
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mumbling
I’m told I always mumble, mumbling is what I do. I tend not to talk up for voice clearly, because mumbling is what I do. I know what I want to say, and I want to be heard; but still I proceed to mumble, because mumbling is what I do.
Posted By Rebecca On 04.16.2013 @ 5:21 pm
vines
They tangle and twine, drooping down from the canopy above. Dripping with fruit. God casts them into the wine press to die. Just as he casts us.
Posted By Rebecca On 04.06.2013 @ 5:14 am
creeping and slimy they crawled up my flesh, touching and making my skin shiver. i tried to lie as still as i could while they began to cover me. my heart was beating like a race horses hooves on hard packed dirt. i could hear there footsteps coming closer. i wish the vines would cover me faster, or else they would find me
Posted By Rebecca On 04.04.2013 @ 10:54 pm
covert
the religion sometimes can be a covert of crime. in the name of religion, some racialist may urge people to burn themselves to protect their so called right. people may fail to punish them because their free right entitled to them to have free religion and free belif.
Posted By rebecca On 03.16.2013 @ 9:26 pm
signals
The railroad crossing had no signals. If it had, then perhaps the accident never would have happened. If there had been bells, a flashing light, a barrier — something to
Posted By Rebecca On 03.06.2013 @ 5:35 pm
embellish
Embellishment can become meretricious. Sometimes things are best left simple, like life. The bests things are free right? Hiking in the woods (unless it’s a state park), love (unless you’re a prostitute), happiness (unless you’re materialistic).
Posted By Rebecca On 02.24.2013 @ 6:45 pm
Embellishment can become meretricious. Sometimes things are best left simple, like life. The bests things in life are free right? I don’t do sequins or rhinestones.
Posted By Rebecca On 02.24.2013 @ 6:43 pm
stalled
We never did find out what made the car stall that day on the road. Maybe it was a sign that something was going to happen; my father had owned the car for most of his adult life without so much a whirr of protest from the car. Old faithful, it was.
Posted By rebecca On 02.22.2013 @ 4:49 pm
flailing
falling. relentlessley. A boy falling off the top of a tall building and crashing into a glass pool at the bottom. Not knowing how to even swim if he did survive.
Posted By rebecca On 02.18.2013 @ 11:42 pm
think
When I think, I think about you, I dream about how we used to be. You would cradle me in your warm arms. Your deep eyes of blue would entrance me. But then I thought, You’re not mine. And when I started to think even more, The more distant you seemed. Fading away until you were just a nightmare from a dream.
Posted By Rebecca On 02.06.2013 @ 4:59 am
murder
I saw it happen on Brooke Street. I wasn’t really paying attention, Mrs Potts had knocked over some potatoes and I bent down to help her. As I stood up and brushed myself down, I noticed a figure about two yards away. His face was covered by a dark mask, but I knew his identity.
Posted By rebecca On 02.03.2013 @ 10:11 am
baby
The dream about the odd, distended baby dressed in a scummy, fuzzy orange sleeper sitting in a grocery cart, no straps, messy and burbling reoccurs again and again. An ugly baby, not horror story ugly, real-life ugly and there is something in her face that repels.
Posted By rebecca On 01.30.2013 @ 9:59 am
musical
Is she musically inclined or is she just another girl That’s what I wondered That’s all I wondered
Posted By Rebecca On 01.23.2013 @ 12:37 pm
real
Imagine all the reality. Its clear and there in your thoughts. How do you believe in it. Does it shape the world? Can i trust this meaning..?
Posted By rebecca On 01.22.2013 @ 7:39 pm
destroy
i could destroy any relationship i have. They say may the bridges i burn light the way. I destroy relationships, i don’t keep them, i am a hurtful human being and i must live with my consquences. I no longer hope, for ANYTHING!
Posted By Rebecca On 01.19.2013 @ 11:10 pm
sweep
cinderella, now that’s a cliche watching, waiting, sweeping up the secrets under the rug they go stomped on, dirty boots scuffed on secrets wear beneath the rug as they do in time sweeping actively cleansing even if just concealing secrets, grit, dirt, the past pieces of a glass slipper, forgotten
Posted By Rebecca On 01.16.2013 @ 5:00 pm
end
the end signifies when everything is over. there is no more. nothing left to do. it is complete. the end can be good and it can be bad. it can be looked forward to and it can be dreaded. the end of something is that you can never take back, never do over, never try again. for everything that ends, it only ends once, which is what makes it so bittersweet
Posted By Rebecca On 01.14.2013 @ 9:26 am
The end is nearing. All mankind is aware. We pollute. We procreate. We disintegrate. The cycle ends and begins again. The story once written is lost on the lips of time and sacrifice. We weep and smile simultaneously for the end.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.13.2013 @ 12:54 pm
cry
Have you ever thought about what it’s like to watch someone cry? And I don’t mean tears, I mean really crying, the type of sounds you can’t get out of your head even if you wanted to. And I didn’t want to, in some weird way. Something about seeing her cry reminded me that she was human, that somewhere deep down she was just as flawed as me. And I don’t know if taking comfort in that was something I should be proud of, but I’m not sure what I should be proud of anymore anyway, so it doesn’t matter in the end.
Posted By rebecca On 01.12.2013 @ 10:37 am
must
We must. We must. We must increase our bust.
I totally did those exercises in Jr. High before realizing that hey! Tiny titties are here to stay! It was, like most of adolescence, thrilling.
I’m worried about the way my boobs will look in my wedding dress. I’m still just 12 years old in my head, I guess.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.07.2013 @ 4:00 pm
experience
Experience is a funny thing. You know, the study of experience is called “phenomenology”. I learned that in a lecture. So, yeah. You can’t really study experience, though. I mean, another person’s experience is always entirely inaccessible to you. Makes me feel kind of alone… oh well, at least I still have ice cream!
Posted By Rebecca On 01.05.2013 @ 1:50 pm
lord
installastions of progress and timing concered with rediculous prophecies have never come true. in my mind im strung out amongst a world filled with symtoms of inconsequential bullshit we all need to OH MY LORD find ourselves. ourselves and yourself included. do you really think perspectives arent folding?
Posted By rebecca On 01.04.2013 @ 4:17 pm
he bashed my face into the belief system that i thought i forgot about years ago. everyone know, OH LORD OH GREAT LORD ALMIGHTY. do people really still buy this shit? have i been so secluded amongst my glorious friends of atheisms truths love and not giving a shit for so long that i cant recognize most of the humans in this world still need something. still rely on these structures. basque basque basque
Posted By rebecca On 01.04.2013 @ 4:13 pm
placed
I need to be placed. Placed somewhere where there is love and compassion and understanding. Kind of like a draft pick or a short straw choice. Thats what I need. No one to tell me what I feel is confusing or misplaced. I need to be placed.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.03.2013 @ 2:30 pm
I was placed in a time that didn’t really relate to me. I was placed where friends and family were not on society’s main list. This world I was placed in, didn’t know anything about true love, giving, or the one who put us all here. This place that I was placed in doesn’t understand what life is really about.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.03.2013 @ 12:15 pm
amount
The amount of time I spend on the internet could be used to be more productive in real life. But then again, the amount I spend on the internet has allowed me to discover new things and has given me a social life that I wouldn’t have otherwise since I am always busy with other obligations. So over all, the amount of time I spend on anything will be worth it in the end.
Posted By Rebecca On 01.03.2013 @ 9:49 am
officers
Scary. Don’t hurt me. Guns. Tazers. Pain. Black-out. Waking up in a cell with some creepy guy. He smiles at me. Calls me “lovie.” I want to smack him. The officer comes, in a crisp uniform.
Posted By Rebecca On 12.29.2012 @ 4:27 pm
knows
He knows something. I can tell from the set f his jaw, the sideways glance. The question is what? He can’t possible know my secret. No one can. It would kill me. And not just me, but him too
Posted By Rebecca On 12.23.2012 @ 7:41 am
five
Five four three two one. Then my life was over. Not over as in my body was over, nothing biological had changed, that made it almost eerie because nothing was the same again.
Posted By Rebecca On 12.18.2012 @ 3:18 am
