I bought a waffle-maker! I announced this to my sister in text. She..with her unending dry wit, congratulated me…(I could practically see the eye roll) Thing is, I’m not really a cook, I have slowly been learning… I’ve mastered hamburgers without an undercooked middle section and pancakes that aren’t still raw when you go toContinue reading “Waffles!”
It’s rare I find really good photos of Shay and I together. So, when I found these on Shay’s wall for National Siblings Day, I couldn’t resist stealing them for myself. These two are definitely destined for the livingroom wall!
I have always believed, from childhood, that everyone has a book in their head, like I do. It wasn’t until I was older, that I was informed, that this isn’t soo for most people. See, I keep stories in my head, the way most people keep scrapbooks. I call it my Bekki book. See, thereContinue reading “The Bekki Book”
I just read this article on the story behind Dolly Parton’s song “Coat of Many Colors”. In the article it says: At the time, Parton thought, “Why is this happening?” But now she feels the incident occurred so she’d be inspired to write “Coat of Many Colors.” “It really is true that ‘God works inContinue reading “Dolly Parton’s Coat of Many Colors”
For those who don’t know, I fucking adore Dolly Parton. She’s one of my lifetime hero’s. Her heart has always been clear to me and even as a child I have embraced her aura. From the time I was a child and heard her sing “Applejack” and “Me and Little Andy” I have sung herContinue reading “Daily Vibe”
I found this image on Instagram and, quite honestly, it is the most accurate visual representation of what it was like to be me as a kid growing up. The weirdest thing is, as an adult today, I 100% know that the fucking dinosaur is definitely perfect in this scene in every way. He stealsContinue reading “Roawr Motherfucker!”
First of all, I found Eggroll a theme song..for dangerous missions. It’s actually called “Eggroll” it’s like Fate! 1st off this (down below) happened before I left the house to get Eggroll this morning: ( All transcripts will be directly from my Facebook posts) “Omg!! This letter I got this morning really upset me sooContinue reading “Meet Eggroll”
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Some memories remain under the skin like branching veins of hope rushing always forward. Sparking life wherever it touches. Some memories remain inside the mind like wingless birds flying gracefully onward. Conquering fear of heights. Some memories remain around the heart like patch-worked blankets throbbing with connection. Curled up in cotton understanding. All my bestContinue reading “Memorizing his face”
I walk this pace, more a shuffle step then, a tap, tap, tap. My knees bear witness to the leverage of my hips as I manage my shifting viewpoints. I imagine my smile would spark more conversations if it were just a smidge less crooked and more bright. But the dutiful day full of questioningContinue reading “I walk this pace”
His eyes are like volumes of writing hidden in a diary. The passages are guarded, and the sentences are blocked. but.. within each page is a treasure trove of whimsy and gently placed kindness. Valiant hopes and sentimental dreams. Beauty that brings a tear. Worry and sometimes lack of confidence that hides its lovely face certainContinue reading “Short description”
My hands feel like dead weight anchors. Listlessly hanging there on the ends of my arms. While they long bitterly for the width of your waist. There is no clean white surface to lay this truth over. It merely is, through its dirty face, the meager honesty that is my love.
You are not soft pattern. There are no simplistic stitches in your make-up. You have the kind of soul that makes seamstresses toss their hands into the air and themselves onto the floor in a fit of embroidery and frustration.
There is love that needs flowers petals of promise that love exists. Despite the hollow understanding that flowers die. There is love that needs constant confirmation words piled upon words. Despite the knowledge, that repetition dulls. There is love that needs constant passion skin flush to skin. Despite the realization, that candles burn out. ThenContinue reading “This love”
Sweet simplicity this feeling that tells me tales and leads me, ever forward, seeing the light that falls from your eyes. I cannot claim knowledge of how softness lives behind those thick walls you guard so carefully mindful lest cracks appear. Yet, there, within the slumber of your gentleness, curls something tender and frightened. Feeling,Continue reading “Timid bird”
I vow to Apologize Whenever I say things that hurt. Not because I am wrong but because I don’t need to be right. Listen Whenever you speak your heart. Not because I always agree with what you say but because sometimes I am wrong. Talk Whenever we cannot understand each other. Not to force youContinue reading “True Vows”
This tired hand grips your photo. These weary eyes flip closed. As I remember sadness, the tracing of lonely’s face. A teacup now turned over. Rag and bone, a smiling trumpet, mirthful blankets of awakening. Sometimes a snore is reassuring, when it is the sound of love. This alien world, foreign, where I was born.Continue reading “Missing particles”
That embrace of culture, ever tonal to the ear, as it graces, and spaces, like a whirling top gone dizzy. Bestirred in mind, as a tremble touches, makes one wonder what silk comes to touch soft places and make an echo, of something dreamt. Each chuckle discovered, brings a challenge to the hearing, as attemptsContinue reading “linguistical toecurl”
This poem is not about you except, ok, maybe that one line. Cause I get it all the time, “You write about me to much, all fancy lace and such, less, It would be better, can’t you just put it in a letter?” This poem is not about you, cause I would not deem youContinue reading “This poem is not about you.”