Biography of Bethany Maxwell
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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Bethany Maxwell's Works:
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Bethany Maxwell Poems
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
As you step into the arena, Your heart rushes, Horse following close behind, Giving you steady nudges.
The dagger slips through the skin You know that you will win Oh sweet red rum The blood drips to the ground
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
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.
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
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
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
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 Little Slower
Drive a little slower, Take a look around, Remember the houses, The yellow stripes of time.
Bed Of Roses
On a bed of roses you lay
For here you shall stay
Your time has come it is the end
For now you can not mend
Goodbye to the world goodbye to you
It is time to say Adeu
For the time has come for you to leave
It is a blanket of life you weave
For now you say 'I must sleep,