Hello I am Bethany Maxwell, I live in the US, and I am entering my second year of college. I: write, play 5 instruments, I also enjoy acting. I love spending time with the people who matter most to me. In kindergarden I was a social flower, but I slowly grew out of my social self, I am happy in my circle. I have just transferred schools and changed my major to Sociology. I love music I wouldnt be ... more »
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Bethany Maxwell Poems
As you step into the arena, Your heart rushes, Horse following close behind, Giving you steady nudges.
A Pearls Worth
Silver pearls fall down her skin She knows she must do it for she can't stay strong For all she has to do is count to ten She knows he's always wrong
A Single Candle/Death Herself
A single flame lights her face The face of death A single candle holds her fears The fears of death
The dagger slips through the skin You know that you will win Oh sweet red rum The blood drips to the ground
She walks through the rain, the pain locked behind her cold eyes She sees the lights of the houses, those Christmas lights, She sees her home, no lights, no tree, it is dark and still The rain falls on her long white hair, her white gown flowing tears stream from her eyes
To Fade Away
I want to melt away into nothing, To be a simple molecule of air, Floating in and out of people' lives, Without them even knowing.
You are the reason for my pain, You are the reason I stand in the rain. I wouldn't be here by choice,
As I sit and wait
As I sit and wait time is all I have to save For in life all I am is a slave To those who search for death
Listen to the vines with the thorns For they are the tricksters Listen to their wisdom
Behind Her Eyes
The pain she felt was behind her eyes The eyes that were once the clear blue skys Her face is clouded and dark You can tell sorrow has left it's mark.
Dead Boys Poem
The child sits and weeps, How could this be all that matters, Why did this have to hurt so deep, How could this be life?
Tattoos of My Past (Something to Live Fo...
Sometimes, Every now and then,
A Soldiers love
They retreat from the past For they know they shall never forget, it will never pass As those they love shelter behind whats to come For from the bottle of pain they take some
A Hundred Times Over
A hundred times over words have flowed through my fingers to the keys A hundred times over I have released the freedom that is in my mind, A hundred times over I have become one with my inter most longing, A hundred times over I have taken a journey to show you my own world.
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Edgar Allan Poe
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As you step into the arena,
Your heart rushes,
Horse following close behind,
Giving you steady nudges.
You mount yourself slowly into the English saddle
You move toward the jump.
Your feet ready in the stirrups
In jumping position,
As you grow closer to the jump
You are overcome by a weird sensation,
A sensation of happiness, nervousness, and excitement
As you post you feel the heart rate of the horse.
You are both one.
Faster, and faster still,
You feel as if you where flying,
Your horse raises its front legs,
You are ...