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Literature
Lost names
I could write your name and it fall out of a book Like a forgetting note to myself I don't know anymore how many times I revisit to face the same sense of unwanted. I could send you a message and another And another And another And still urge to wonder why I bother as I turn the pages my notes have no response Your eyes have passed me by and cast the thought outside. I could reach out in concern for your welfare Or wonder why not even a smile will crack Concern your fragility is real And danger is yours to behold. I leaf Back through the pages wondering what offended you. But all I wrote was your name. @beccathepoet 3.4.22
All
58 deviations
Literature
Komplete
Sine wryly smiled at her reflection, touching the amulet around her neck, which pulsed a dull purple glow. Her silver dress she had krafted with former kolleagues surplus suits keeping her waist girded and her chest heaved, where her chained necklace rested in its glory. It had been several months since the krew had landed here and now her wedding had to happen in this hostile wasteland of a planet. Many had died from the krash, others driven to madness by the klimate. Sine however, was kontent- not needing the komforts of humans or other races. The wedding was the Kaptains insistence, to bring hope and kourage to the krew. Sine and her lover Klint obliged. She starred in the mirror at her bridal attire, adjusting her silver hair appropriately and toying with the patterned bead entwined in it. The bead was a gift from Klint, a symbol of his K’ork tribe of which she’d bekome part of in marriage. “You look dazzling”, the Kaptain slipped into the room like a kat, leaving Sine to wonder
Featured
39 deviations
Literature
Machine Wind
Wind tip-tapping against
steel pipes
desperate to attract attention,
off desolate rooftops
where there's no blue skies
but the lingering pollution of
yesterday's work.
The wind infers longing, where they once worked,
sweeping each corner in search of their presence
or past existence, a distance too far
of just what happened and why now absent.
Still tipping and raising the alarm,
there must be someone there-
a twisted gust takes one more lap of hope.
no more than hope.
Like a stalker, it hunts
Machinery has rusted,
as cr
Poems
21 deviations
Prose
15 deviations
Scripts
5 deviations
Literature
Shopping and Wizards.
A thousand bags
shuffle down the high street between
clasped hands, scrunched with new purchase.
They’re buggy-dodging the determined mothers,
leftward stepping
the rushed businessmen-- a pinball
machine shopping centre.
A green-robed man, tall with wand and hood
must be a wizard. He’s happily
procuring sushi and sparkling water
whilst his companion;
short with her piercings and jeans treats him
as if he wore the same.
Down the high street,
two track-suited parents
zoom past on their children’s scooters—
half-smoked fags between fingers yell
how fucking amazing this is.
and a
spotted teen raps
his love for Jesus
Wrimos
12 deviations
Literature
Enchantress Curse
Afterwards the waves cascaded, the seafoam dispersed. Elle, the mermaid princess disappeared. Her death futile, yet melancholy. Her sisters wept before the returning the sea.
Elle's heart broke. The dedication she’d made failed. Even her planned revenge, her retribution floundered. The knife remained discarded. They never knew her sacrifice.
Elle's sisters tried helping. Reversing the spell meant death. Prince Ede the desolate wretch broke her curse. Her kindness felt when she watched them- the new wife Princess Aivia asleep, dreaming her future she inadvertently stole. Her future partner Ede legs entwined, legs Elle once sacrificed h
Gauntlet 2018
9 deviations
Scraps
14 deviations
