Bethany Maxwell

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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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  • Ramesh Rai Ramesh Rai (9/3/2013 8:46:00 PM)

    within her teen age Bethany has shown her great talent. keep it up

  • Greenwolfe 1962 (4/20/2008 3:44:00 PM)

    Bethany is a talented young writer who is capable of penning a masterpiece
    of poetry and short prose. This is saying a lot because few are as capable
    as she is in this regard. That is her quality. But the thing which gives her
    a special place of recognition is how she has defined herself by her works.
    Her definition, is by topic. Her topic is 'Life, in the Company of Death.'
    She, is a philosopher on this. And on this, she has much to say. A topic
    most grim and displeasing to many; it is to her a musical drama that
    ingnites all our senses and inflames our heart and preserves our soul for
    a better place that leaves all our fears behind and our love streched into
    eternity.


    Greenwolfe 1962

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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

Silver pearls fall down her face
In the dead of night, it is so dark
She stands in the room with fear, with hate
In her soul the pain he gave has left its mark

Silver pearls fall on the barrel
As she holds the gun in her hands
For long before this night their love grew stale
And oh how she thinks it is easy to hold life and death in her hands

Silver pearls fall over bruises, the pain
She bites...

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