http://slow.writerscafe.org/Beccaleigh89 The original writings of author Rebecca Leigh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775943050 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/2939012/ The hidden mystery weaves and pulls,Change transcends,Full and palpable,Leading the way,Crisp air inflate my lungs,And my soul awakens.The ancients reborn,And I see through new eyes.The in between is near,And the magic returned,That is when I exhale,And stand on level groun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/2464252/ You tore me down,And thoroughly broke me.By your silence, And the sharp words you spat,Gas lights blind me,And I am shriveled in a corner,Shrouded in the darkest depths Yet epiphany settles in and I look up,I spark jutts from the black,And I burst in flames, and rise from the ash s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/2174958/ Words drip-After silence;With disdain and sarcasm,But at least they drip forth from her sweet lips."Its snowing in April, the world is ending"Foreshadowing...."How are you?" I ask... genuinely wanting to know,My soul launching forward,Grasping air,Just to hear her voice.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/2170350/ I can feel the intangible passing of time,My soul yearning to burst forth,Life changes in kind.Like the pricking of thorns.I have pictured the sign,Erased my excuses,I'm keeping the faith and hatching a plan.No longer will I feel torn. I have hovered near the line,And ignored m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/2126008/ It starts at the pit of my stomach,A dull ache,Creeps its way creating an anvil,Weighing me down.My soul dried out and transparent,The mirror of Dorian Gray.My face is a mask,Sadness peeks through my pupils,And my sarcasm drips truth.I am shredded.Two seperates,Sparring to the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/2103835/ Ideas flood my mind,Yet i do not put pen to paper,The prose i can not find,My life is lacking flavor.My laptop gathers dust,And i can feel my soul taper,I have lost all trust,Searching for my savior.A forcefield transparent,Yet firm.Pushed me down a turrent,And makes me squ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/2094947/ Two weeks at most, Then you disappear.Become a different entity,And change entirely. A flash of the real you,Occurs sporadically,Ushering hope within.But you never remain.I am trapped,Held by what you could be,If you could only see. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/2088662/ She said she would always be interested in me,She is my Gatsby,And I her Daisy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/2040739/ Maybe I believe in fantasyAnd you bleed reality.But I cant help but crave,The passion others have.I want to share pictures with you,And want you to kiss me whenever you see me too.I wish you could turn off your brain,And let your heart breathe again.I want you to love me,But it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/2038737/ Something is gray,Within my soul,Suffocating and snuffing out,The zeal for my future.I am afraid I have had my best days,For which i cannot retrieve again.I once had something to say,Now there is a hole,Where my passion burst outDoctor, i need a suture.Doubt and fear dictat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/2017907/ You are all encompassing,You inhabit my mind.All i want to do is show you, you are loved,And yet...I find myself wanting more,More than you are able to give.Expectation rears its ugly face,And my thoughts begin to drift.They soar to my mind's past,And think of her,And wish it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/2017590/ Most of the time, I wander,through streets,and fractions of time.Never knowing the direction i should be in.But every now and then,I have glimpses of infinity,Life is transparent,and I can see the end game.These moments give my life significance. ,They are few and fleeting,and consumed by life's cha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1989849/ I'm grasping at my yearning,My love so dear,Compassion withstands.Everyday I am learning,And am overwhelmed with fear,Of how time sifts like sand.Try to block the thought,And be happy and present,But inevitability beckons,Love is swift but lofty,I'm starting to resent,Wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1989092/ Close proximity,The possibility of one touchTo feel her soft skin….Leads to soft kisses …Growing more intenseHeavy petting ensuesAnd I wrap my arms around her, leaning closer into her,Our bodies compress to oneAnd I'm suspended in time.No one and nothing else exist.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1938560/ It is time again,To close myself off,and cut off my heart.We could have been legends,but you wrote me off,I should have known from the start.I let you walk all over me,And I am NOT that girl!I gave you myself blindly,and ignored every sign.My eyes are open and I finally s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1916332/ In BetweenOnce independent, fierce, and headstrong.I am losing myself in the way I feel for youI was an army of one,a ruler of my own.Now all my thoughts turn to you,I changed my appearance to fit your mold,Of your attraction.Not even considering making a retraction.I d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1916331/ Keeping Stupid hope aliveYour eyes pierce my soul,and stun my heart,your smile makes me gasp,and forget everything else.you take me to new worlds,without even leaving the room.your laugh makes me dizzy,and when I look at you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1916329/ You're eyes are the stars in twilight!Third from the right and straight on till morning,You enchant me.Your crimson lips,Create a stir,And your smile moves through my soul!Who are you, mystery girl?A goddess you could be? Maybe!Longing to tuck your fringe behind your ear haunts my he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1883243/ Muses rush in undetected,They inspire,Ignite a flame,And they burn bright,But once they run their coarse,they snuff out,Like a spent candle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1879065/ its subjective http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1874495/ Electricity courses throughout my veins,ignites my cardiac pump,the beating,rising in my ears,as she wraps her arms around my neck,and pulls me into a passionate kiss.In that moment,I am in a dream,and it is only she and I,Until reality rushes back to my brain, and I am ripped from nirvana.and free .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1862366/ Freewriting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1851400/ I am beginning to see,No one is like me.I used to think others had the sameheart,but I was so wrong, tears me apart.Expectation slips in,Undetected past the skin,To the arteries in jest,Which thread within my chest.My energy is stripped,I give too muchaway: I amripped,Sel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1848860/ I destroyed the wall,preserving my aortic clock,open and exposed:Scared of the fall,of my life I take stock,and all that has transposed.thought there was a connection,it was most likely imagined,met with a lack of communication.not a normal reaction,this falsified attraction,met with a hopeless proc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1770106/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1769436/ longing in my heart,causing pains,that weight the chest.i want a new start,to feel sane,to no longer be repressed.Guarded myself for so long,not really sure what to do,and do I truly deserve love?i no longer want misery's song,need something genuine to pursue,happiness i have been devoid of.I am ter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1762806/ a poem reworking of the tell tale heart by Edgar Allen Poe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1760450/ For anyone, who likes Adele's song "Hello" or wishes they still had that friend who is now an ex. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1720757/ just some free-writing I thought up today http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1717231/ I was watching a movie about the 9/11 plane crashes and this is what arose from my thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1635447/ I once heard to write is to write what makes you uncomfortable, so here it is... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1614039/ I am a poet,Go ahead:Say I'm stupid,Degrade my passion,Tell me I'm going no where.Be criticalI'm smart enough,To love what I do,To let my writing take me places,To become better from the criticism.I'm a writer not because I choose,I'm a writer because I am,It is an extension of me,Pouring out in pro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1599490/ Just some thoughts running in my mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1598639/ Creator's Sense of HumorIs it possible to be relationally cursed?I think so,I think that's me.It is all about timing,And my timing is always severely off.It is so easy for others,having a connection, building a relationship.Hell with the process,I envy those who can just jump in,On a leap of faith.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1523370/ Crushing on the setting sunMy heart quakes when you are near,It knows you are close before my eyes,and little by little it crumbles,to particles unrecognized.you say one thing,yet do another,my ego tears,and confusion rips,Until I am racked with fear.Fear of limbo,of what is not said, what is not do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1507238/ Just some free writing, Im not sure if the direction I have planned for this story, but it does feel good to write http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1462457/ Just some free-writing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1456968/ Four YearsIts interesting how much we crave interaction.just sixteen at the time,I did not even know,no, did not understand the meaning,I was too young and far too naive,but the thought of it: of family life,Thats what everyone wants, right?I grew up hearing conflicting tales,My mom told me to wait .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1446800/ For anyone who lost their way and desperately cling to their past dreams. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1446617/ Walking on eggshells, There is an untold truth, so palpable Must be buried within both our hearts,We are growing up and apart,The patterns are apparent,but hardest to face.Quality trumps duration,But the quality is declining.,So rapidly, my senses are dizzy. Some things are meant t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1420584/ I admit i do idolize them,hoist them up on a pedestal most high.My respect for them grows:more and more with little time.They are accepted within my heart,And my eyes see past all their flaws.even if it ends with a sever,They were my teachers'.My professors of life.A guiding force of whats right and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1420570/ This poem is for anyone who has ever played with someone else's feelings- to the victims, i am sorry for your heartache http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1412798/ I live to get lost,to wander in different times and worlds,there is nothing better,my imagination jumps to life,and suddenly I am traveling through dimensions,Literally stepping through the pages,Of masters of literature;They surround me.Scholars, teachers, and philosophers,Creators of Ideas,They re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1412443/ Sometimes water is thicker than blood,Especially when your blood,Shuts you out,leaves you cold and alone in the proverbial mud.      I am not clueless,      but i haven't a clue as to why you pout.        &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1412433/ Not a reason,or excuse,but a single ounce of clarity,A single explanation,which erupts my epiphany.Secrets come to life,like a scene from a movie,They play before me,Images drawn from my mind.Sadness and sympathy,replace confusion and anger,With knowledge comes understanding,Understanding left in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1412423/ A poem about growing up, and reserving a part of your child-like innocence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1412411/ For anyone who hates waiting for the doctor. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1296986/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1207215/ Little Susie loved her sneakers,They were easy to wear,Bound by Velcro,With each step,Her soles light up,And sparkle,As she walked,The best part about her sneakers,Was that no one she knew,Not any of her friends or peers,Had sneerers like hers.So one day she wanted to impress h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beccaleigh89/1099799/