http://slow.writerscafe.org/reca-becca The original writings of author reca-becca en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033837 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Some inspiration from WICKED. let me know what u think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/570661/ The waves crash on the sea shoreover the rocks and over my toesand I feel sorry for thosewho've never experenced this before.&nbsp;The color of the sea shell in my handThe purple color of this shellholds so many stories to tellabout this far off promisse land.&nbsp;The way the su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/570652/ A sailboat is uslesswhen it is anchoredwhen it is groundedwhen it is dockedthat is why my heart is lockedthe key is insidethe bright white sailsthe life-saving veststthe buckets and pailsso hoist up that anchorand sail on maitielet the sailboat sail onand just set us free. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/570650/ im alright.... i promise.... okay? maybe? help me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/561201/ i'll finally post a picture of myself on here haha. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/555889/ For Becky. always for Becky! xoxoxoxoxoxoxo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/555761/ for tym. i hope he knows i trust him. hope he has fun, but hope he remembers im over here still. still his girlfriend. you dont have to read this. just wanted to get it out of my system. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/555760/ Another randomness becky told me to write :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/552737/ A topic becky gave me. :) lets see if I can make something out of nothing :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/552736/ for tym <3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/552730/ For Becca darling <3333333333333 forever and always :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/552725/ we've all got one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/552133/ for tym <3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/552127/ for my crush whose not coming back to my school next year. :( hope i still get to see him!!!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/552117/ what he did to me before. its all said and done http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/552111/ this kid i kinda sorta like. :) okay rly rly like <333 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/552107/ You'll never really know what a first kiss feels likeUntil you actually get it. You can listen to people describe it,You can listen to music telling you what it's gonna be likeYou can fantasize all you want about it,But you'll never know what it feels likeUntil you go in for the killTa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/487059/ you get the picture. as always; for spencer. xoxoxoxo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/478588/ for spencer. look what you've done to my heart. <3 xoxo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/478587/ for spencer. xoxo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/478582/ as always; for Spencer. xoxoxo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/478580/ for spencer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/476341/ i love you spencer. I always will. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/476337/ When I awoke saturday mroning, the heart burn had stopped. I yawned a huge yawn, then rolled over to where monica was supposed to be sleeping. I opened my eyes, but she was gone. I quick put on my slippers, and went into the kitchen. there i found monica and my mother talking. monica was eating panc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/472708/ And You did ityou held my hand.not careing that everyone was around to seeand you texted me laterand said you liked itand that you liked meand you did it.you made me love you adain.and nothing could compareto how i feel right now,and now i'm listening to &quot;Love Story&quot; by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/470996/ Ha HA HAAAA!I'm at school right now!and the tearcher doesnt even know what im doing!i dont think im alowed to be on here!but who cares?!i'm not getting caught!so its all good with me!okay.well bye!love,reca-beccaxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/467489/ holding my hand, we walk down the street. i'm spending the afternoon at his house. its chilly outside, so&nbsp;he gives me&nbsp;his flimsey swatshirt, doing the best that he can. i don't mind it being so thin.&nbsp;he is&nbsp;keeping me warm by just standing next to me. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/462264/ I want to call you upto have you come over hereand meet me in the woods behind my houseso you can dry up all my tears.I want to tell you i love youI want you to say the sameJust for one night that we can make lastbecasue we're just insane.I want you to hold me tightand kiss my gent.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/461474/ And because it hurts to much,to even watch you walk awayI try not to look at youto hide the tears streaming down my face.And because it hurst too muchto even watch you smileI have to hold my breath and count to tenthen I have to sit down for a while.And because it hurts too much to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/461472/ he's gone.he's gone.he's really gone.i hate it.i truley do.he was supposed to be my first kiss.the one i hold hands with,the one who&nbsp;would stick&nbsp;his hand in my back pocketnot careing who would see.the one who&nbsp;would say&nbsp;it plane and simple;&quot;I love you&quot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/458165/ A name is a namenot anything morejust something thats slidingright through the doorand takeing a seatin your parents brainsettling in therenow their nameing their child again.A name is a namenot anything moresomething you hearat anyold storescreaming through your earspoundi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/458154/ i hope it all works out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/457918/ All the things you sayRunning through my head,Keeping me up at nightLoving what I hear.My cheeks turn bright redAs I think of your bright smileYour beautiful eyesYour braced white teeth.You're new to me.&quot;I kind of like you.&quot;Well put in the terms off Just an adverage t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/457915/ I love younow,until the day i die.But I'll never see you again.We're floating throughthe atmosphereand touching every star we seewe're miles apart,but yet oh so closeyou'll always have a special placein my heart.I walk these shadowed hallswith you on my mindsmiling about yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/450708/ On and On the week went, with school, and Marissa, occupying my time. Monica couldn't stop talking about the sleep over. She was so excited, she kept telling me, and she was going to bring stuff to do makeovers, and she'll bring a romantic comedy to watch on my t.V. while we eat ice cream. &nbsp;I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/445062/ Come On People! *exasparated sigh!* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/445060/ The next day was Monday.It was time for me to go to school. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I woke up and got dressed as i do every morning, then I went down stairs to eat my breakfast which consisted of cereal in milk, bacon, and toast, with a side of orange juice. After I ate, I ran out front to catc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/442347/ The next day when I woke up, My mother told me we were spending the day at a water park. We were going with her friend from work and her little three year old daughter. when we got there, we sat by the wave pool. there were a lot of people swimming. For a moment, i was nervous that marissa would com.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/442141/ &nbsp;When I woke up, it was Saturday morning. Eleven O clock. my heart was thumping away and it sounded like she was ready to go. I put on my baithing suit and got goggles and a life vest though i didn't need it. my mom just wants me to take it when i want to take the boat out. i ate a quick breakf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/441731/ When I got home, I Called my mother and grandparents into the living room. my father left us so in our greif, my grandparents moved in to help my mother raise me. Everyone sat on the red lether couch my mom had baught at a store in a place where it was set up like a seventies diner, and i stood in f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/441715/ You are never going to ever ever believe me. &nbsp;That is what i said to my mother and grandparents when i told them what happened. My name is Rebeka, and there is a person who lives inside of me. her name is Marissa. She came to me when i walked into a tide pool at the beach three days ago. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/441672/ my alter ego i discovered on the beach on saturday! who knew?!?!?! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/441651/ She folded up her fishnet tightsand her easy fit push-upcuz she wasn't gonna need them tonight,she decided not to go to workshe wanted to lay down on her couch all nightand watch old movies on tv and eat pop cornuntil she got so fat,no man would ever want her again.she pulled out her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/441649/ i can't think of a title for this one1 ijust came up with lines in my head but not a title this time! if you have any suggestions let me know! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/439455/ to look away from every sin would be like stealing a lover out of someones armsto look away from suffreing humanswould be like making a baby cry on purpous.to look past everything wrongwould be to take a life awayeven if it's just begun.to look away from your reflection in a mirror,w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/439451/ i don't know where some of you guys are from but here in my little town its really really hot! =) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/439437/ these old bones have seen many a dayall the memories they have stored awaythe creacks and cracks come from my backthe ache-y feeling never restshunched over like a mumalukemind over matter, it doesn't matterthese old bones need to be put to rest.walking up the stairs is a choretake.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/439102/ inspired by a day at improv. class at dance camp this summer! go dance team! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/439098/ this isn't an origional poem. just my favorite ever. I forget the authors first name but her last name is Wolf. if you've ever read it or know who I'm talking about, tell me so I can add her name and give her credit so people can find her if they want. en http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/437917/ a poem all about me! no im not conceded! im just me! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/reca-becca/437915/