Bethany Maxwell

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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 able to live without it! I am always listening to music of some kind. I write constantly! I write poetry a lot I have about 300 poems that I have written. I am working on getting a lot of them on here. well thats a little about me :)


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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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Soul Of Flames

I sit and watch as the flames lick at the bricks
The red, and orange tipped beauty
The tongues of fury lick
As it burns through the wood and metal preforming its duty

The red hipmotizing, the orange bright
I watch the light fill the black
What a wonderful sight
Bringing the memories back

The house falls to pieces as I sit and stare
My tears falling to the ground
My eyes filled whith the flames glare
My tears fall to the ground without a sound

I sit and watch as the flames lick at the bricks
The red, and orange tipped with beauty
The ...

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