Submissions by ReBekahBehave
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
alot of the stuff on here i am reading is shite so i said why not, throw in my two cents worth
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
31st Mar 2018 7:57pm
31st Mar 2018 7:57pm
Brother Luv
i]Thuggish
I regress from the start
open my heart to a man that deserves recognition for his efforts
for his will to survive and provide; never mind it a hustle.
what can be expected of a hustler
who am I to critique....
Two years and counting. Acknowledged something. built on an understanding that there is value in what the mass tosses; it's their losses; society can eat itself.
Who humble comes to my beckon and lifts me up even for a few hours. Lets me break out. Let's me express myself without judgment. And gives himself.
...
I regress from the start
open my heart to a man that deserves recognition for his efforts
for his will to survive and provide; never mind it a hustle.
what can be expected of a hustler
who am I to critique....
Two years and counting. Acknowledged something. built on an understanding that there is value in what the mass tosses; it's their losses; society can eat itself.
Who humble comes to my beckon and lifts me up even for a few hours. Lets me break out. Let's me express myself without judgment. And gives himself.
...
#birth
#death
#LifeCycle #aging
#LifeCycle #aging
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EROTIC POEM
Published
4th May 2017 3:58am
4th May 2017 3:58am
The most beautiful man i've ever seen neked
at six feet
limbed
All Man
no wonder they go cray crea ovuh him
looking deeper past the exterior was a mission
completed
moved to expression
tupac said it: sucker for love (whatev the eff thet is) maybe mystery is just as inducing
enticing
so what
limbed
All Man
no wonder they go cray crea ovuh him
looking deeper past the exterior was a mission
completed
moved to expression
tupac said it: sucker for love (whatev the eff thet is) maybe mystery is just as inducing
enticing
so what
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STORY POEM
Published
6th Apr 2017 3:43am
6th Apr 2017 3:43am
Well, it's been strange knowing you
Once upon a time there was desperation.
And then they met.
The perfect match in a minuscule time like antidote to ease the pain of lonely and need to be seen by anybody even if it means smh in the end
Malarkey tis
crick crick goes the neck
stretch it
ever since the slowing of breathe left em restless
They abhor all the nonsense, but can't quite escape it
various trickeries have been a method
boat loads of make it rain drop drop and hip shakin
run away faster than the fat rabbit that dines out the door on...
And then they met.
The perfect match in a minuscule time like antidote to ease the pain of lonely and need to be seen by anybody even if it means smh in the end
Malarkey tis
crick crick goes the neck
stretch it
ever since the slowing of breathe left em restless
They abhor all the nonsense, but can't quite escape it
various trickeries have been a method
boat loads of make it rain drop drop and hip shakin
run away faster than the fat rabbit that dines out the door on...
588 reads
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
29th Mar 2017 5:11am
29th Mar 2017 5:11am
Stories we tell Ourselves
Crammed down in my soul are memories. Tried to forget that I had any enemies. It is hard to do when they are surrounding me. Who gave the right to anyone to control with conflict. I know the paranoid when I see them. Not one to thrive on sensationalism, brush it off like the thin dust that was stirred by galloping horses, manes flying in the air and pummeling rhythm.
Etched in my mind are scenes of such beauty, but beast gets ahold anyone can guess when it rolls. Roll with the punches is lost ideology.
Shame faced by the hypocrites who seek to shame whom they say I am by virtue of...
Etched in my mind are scenes of such beauty, but beast gets ahold anyone can guess when it rolls. Roll with the punches is lost ideology.
Shame faced by the hypocrites who seek to shame whom they say I am by virtue of...
586 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2017 5:08am
27th Mar 2017 5:08am
Back2backk
did you miss me?
Probably not.
I was on a holiday with my non stop knots, I mean thoughts like the way they wind in chaos.
went to another place where there are men so distraught by all the injustice; they eat themselves...
sound familiar?
No?
good. for me, but not for you. You have missed the whole conversation
clearly
I nearly had stopped
not drop or roll but put that shite out
they smile, despite themselves because the jazz piano in the background makes it like that. ...
Probably not.
I was on a holiday with my non stop knots, I mean thoughts like the way they wind in chaos.
went to another place where there are men so distraught by all the injustice; they eat themselves...
sound familiar?
No?
good. for me, but not for you. You have missed the whole conversation
clearly
I nearly had stopped
not drop or roll but put that shite out
they smile, despite themselves because the jazz piano in the background makes it like that. ...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Mar 2017 2:11am
7th Mar 2017 2:11am
reps
I venture again on the journey of life. Choice leads to choice. I choose to pick up and move on.
What's wrong with this picture? We lose a lot, but gain some; so put it in perspective. Here where the steps we took lead us. look around and make it best. circumstance we can opportunize or let it defeat us to become victim. we grow or fade. there is no question. time is limited. ticking tock; grains of sand.
Discard man. Go own way. Movement.
Solo; free flying.
life is nothing; a journey to dying.
so why keep trying? that is the...
What's wrong with this picture? We lose a lot, but gain some; so put it in perspective. Here where the steps we took lead us. look around and make it best. circumstance we can opportunize or let it defeat us to become victim. we grow or fade. there is no question. time is limited. ticking tock; grains of sand.
Discard man. Go own way. Movement.
Solo; free flying.
life is nothing; a journey to dying.
so why keep trying? that is the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2017 2:52am
26th Feb 2017 2:52am
One more Plz
Bitches and Hoes.
Boitches be hatin. retaliation
I just laugh; smile; shrug off.
eff 'em.
Boitches be hatin. retaliation
I just laugh; smile; shrug off.
eff 'em.
560 reads
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th Feb 2017 2:49am
26th Feb 2017 2:49am
Noticing no Limits
I'm on here and I scutter across some writings that were intrepidating (whateve the eff that is). Informational unlike commercial production of media meant to sway and manipulate; rather, express to process and I resonate.
Eff the po po and all the rest (that was a kind of a side note).
Speaking of eff...what the eff is the point.?
This is a question that settles in my thoughts on a daily basis of late.
So I wait.
This patience business gets old rather quickly. But then, so am I.
I am pretty close to sure the last African man I was messing...
Eff the po po and all the rest (that was a kind of a side note).
Speaking of eff...what the eff is the point.?
This is a question that settles in my thoughts on a daily basis of late.
So I wait.
This patience business gets old rather quickly. But then, so am I.
I am pretty close to sure the last African man I was messing...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Feb 2017 4:15pm
17th Feb 2017 4:15pm
thems that gone
He say trapp is his game and we know the rest. heard those wets had you down broke and trod like jest.
Deep there in convo; inspiring
he says dogs his game and he's a dawg. a killah..? eh.
Makes so sad. real
Then the other so full of potential and beauty emminated
he's a father and that's top mark
caught with him on random
in the parking lot; car was parked
he says he's working and tippin the bottle like a grown ass mofo
slipped up on one or two
word gets out when mouths make loud like what was smokin...no...
Deep there in convo; inspiring
he says dogs his game and he's a dawg. a killah..? eh.
Makes so sad. real
Then the other so full of potential and beauty emminated
he's a father and that's top mark
caught with him on random
in the parking lot; car was parked
he says he's working and tippin the bottle like a grown ass mofo
slipped up on one or two
word gets out when mouths make loud like what was smokin...no...
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ANGER POEM
Published
11th Feb 2017 4:14pm
11th Feb 2017 4:14pm
excuse me while I digress
in retrospect the choices made are anticlimactic
slippery slope slides hope to a bottom that never ends
parody; play on word
absurd
Dir Sir,
Whom dost thou thinketh thou art?
This ain't art. it's sewage
to grapple with
encumbered with burden to relate
human
Dire thought spun into word; woven like sinewy web that captures the wandering imagination
live a little, sister
But, she says, I am breathing...she's seething; clawing through the roughage for rhyme and meaning
Philosophy - to think - to...
slippery slope slides hope to a bottom that never ends
parody; play on word
absurd
Dir Sir,
Whom dost thou thinketh thou art?
This ain't art. it's sewage
to grapple with
encumbered with burden to relate
human
Dire thought spun into word; woven like sinewy web that captures the wandering imagination
live a little, sister
But, she says, I am breathing...she's seething; clawing through the roughage for rhyme and meaning
Philosophy - to think - to...
737 reads
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Feb 2017 2:54am
11th Feb 2017 2:54am
HahA
Haa a ah ha ha
chuckles to self
what the f did you expect? Like times would change outcome? Like life changes us? Like we change life...you know that's right
but stuck; the rut..bust nut and move on then. That's what she told them. It works....
for them
bahaa ha whaaaa
she was laughing but it turned to crying
inside felt like dying
pictures of ways to make it end
just ideas
Don't Let Them Win
Stop
wait a minute
This shit is too deep. ...
chuckles to self
what the f did you expect? Like times would change outcome? Like life changes us? Like we change life...you know that's right
but stuck; the rut..bust nut and move on then. That's what she told them. It works....
for them
bahaa ha whaaaa
she was laughing but it turned to crying
inside felt like dying
pictures of ways to make it end
just ideas
Don't Let Them Win
Stop
wait a minute
This shit is too deep. ...
672 reads
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