I am a character and co-author of the greatest story ever Not written.
I am a member of the Church of Love – our temple is in every heart.
I have what Erwin Raphael McManus calls “The Midnight Disease.” It keeps me up all night writing, almost every night.
I work full-time and try to update my blog every day.
Visit my blog for more information!
WhereThereIsLoveBlog.wordpress.com

Thank you for reading!
May the infinite love of the universe find a home in your heart, and may it stay always.

Namaste, friends.
I am a character and co-author of the greatest story ever Not written.
I am a member of the Church of Love – our temple is in every heart.
I have what Erwin Raphael McManus calls “The Midnight Disease.” It keeps me up all night writing, almost every night.
I work full-time and try to update my blog every day.
Visit my blog for more information!
WhereThereIsLoveBlog.wordpress.com

Thank you for reading!
May the infinite love of the universe find a home in your heart, and may it stay always.

Namaste, friends.
  2d  Bethany G Blicq
Ed Coles
Ed Coles
Feb 17

Somewhere, amongst the debris
of cigarettes after sex,
chemicals to induce sleep,
I forgot what it means to love.

I forgot what it means to breathe,
to sit still, and just be.

Somewhere, beneath these hooded seams
of solitude and well-versed grief,
beats a heart less cynical,
less tamed by vague distraction.

My nervous ticks and bad habits,
line of best fit for a near-hit
of satisfaction:

This is not enough, I know.
This is not nearly enough
to cool the bray of life
that still rattles meaning in my bones.

I forgot what it means to love,
what separates a house from a home.

Somewhere beyond this thirst
for brand-new words
is a gratitude for all that has been.
Every cliché holds a truth.

Every sentiment, a cocoon,
that I should lie so still inside

until I am wholesome,
until I am new.

C

My shadow is tired,
from pretending to be you
in this sick longing.

#love   #haiku   #romance  

You cannot break the broken, you can't live in the past, throw that memory away, you cannot let it stay, oh I wish I had the power to change every wasted hour, to knock down this growing tower under which I fearfully cower, in my ball of self regret.

             
                    I can remember:

                Tears that I have shed.

                 Lies that I have said.

                 Pain I have inflicted.

              Oh how I feel conflicted.


But know now this, for it is true, for all the things I can't undo, I'd never regret loving you.

No sleep = creativity, how does that work?
Oml this made the daily poem, thank you so much everyone!!
#love   #broken   #anger   #regret   #past   #demon   #remember  

you are the hardest decision
i ever had to make

in all matters that include you,
my mind declares
war on my heart
and i am chaos

chaos

when it comes to choosing
you

Didn't expect this to get the daily but reading all your lovely comments really made my day. :) Thank you all so much <3
  Feb 18  Bethany G Blicq
phil roberts

Never trust the establishment
They do not exist for our benefit
For they believe  that we exist
For their convenience
Their only purpose is self-perpetuation
And they think that our only function
Is to accommodate that purpose
Whereas our true cause should be
To get rid of the bastards

                                        By Phil Roberts

  Feb 15  Bethany G Blicq
Breeze-Mist

Debate isn't about scoring a win
Or coercing an enemy into giving in
But getting fellow humans to find what we hold in common

Debate
verb  de·bate
Definition of debate
debated; debating
intransitive verb
1obsolete :  fight, contend
2a :  to contend in words
b :  to discuss a question by considering opposed arguments
3:  to participate in a debate
transitive verb
1 a :  to argue about
b :  to engage (an opponent) in debate
2: to turn over in one's mind :  to think about (as different options) in order to decide
-Merriam-Webster online dictionary
Considering the other side is as much a part of the definition as arguing against it.
  Feb 15  Bethany G Blicq
Jamadhi Verse

Something is hardening within me,
causing a bitterness,
a dissonance between
who I am and who I seem.
There is something unseen
lingering in the nerves of me,
taunting from painful memory.
It ultimately goes against my heart --
picking at my wounds until I fall apart.
Scrambling, I am almost vanishing
from the intense empathy
that sits abundantly within me.
It is a most tender, grievous seed
that forever flutters and ruptures
deep inside of me from the slightest bit of pain.
I rearrange myself into another’s shoes
and feel the sadness that they’ve accrued,
until it is no longer me that moves
through these fragile, mortal veins
and I can no longer feel the same.
I build strong, defensive walls
to stop from feeling this way.

I blame my past for how it made me bleed,
making me feel as if I cannot breathe
another sigh of aching sorrow.
I shroud myself in endless tomorrows,
weakening beneath the strength of today.
And when I feel heartache and need
squeezing through the sensitive pieces of me
I clutch them tighter so that no one can see,
not wishing to feel too acutely.
I hide senselessly the depth of my sensitivity --
which rolls inside of me endlessly, in complete discord
as if I can no longer afford the price of an open heart,
as if the wealth of myself could one day start
to suddenly seem cheap in truth.

What to do when your soul is innately kind,
but at times the only things that you find
streaming from your lips are soulless scripts
of detached and cryptic cynicism?
What if in order to run from the intensity of feeling
you tie tight knots deep within your being
to stop the feeding of your lifelines
from saving anyone else,
because you’re too afraid you’d lose yourself?
What if you never allowed yourself to use the gifts
that were born within you to soothe the rifts
that fissure through people's lives
in these most desperate times?
What if you never even tried?
What if your ultimate sacrifice dies,
deep inside,
only known to your silence?

J.M. 2016

I have a sense of empathy so intense it harms me. If I sit too closely with life and it’s realities I grieve so deep it’s as if I will never feel light again. I hurt with the pain of every person and animal in such a way that I lose myself and my joy when opening to their sorrows and I can’t switch it off. It eventually makes me physically ill from the levels of stress. So I build walls to keep it out at times, even dividing and distancing me from those that I love. The walls only alienate me from my true nature. Deep in me, DEEP in me like a root, I sense a larger purpose for my life. I sense an ability to give and to help those who are helpless. I sense the potential to give what I know of my life to change someone’s world. And I know, I absolutely know it would change and heal mine. It is the purpose of mine. And yet I am so afraid to act. I am afraid of the permeating pain of connecting and embracing head-on, the suffering in life. I am so afraid to look deep into the eyes of a living being who has broken and feel it in turn further break me. I am so afraid to shine my light in case there is too much night for its warmth to pierce through. I am afraid that in the giving endlessly I will completely wear down what is me. And thus, in trepidation of my calling to be selfless, I have become selfish. But, I must "die before I die and realize there is no death.” Perhaps when I stop resisting and dreading the being broken and instead allow it completely, I will find myself whole and have so much more to give to others.
#self   #pain   #suffering   #purpose   #giving   #empathy   #action   #awaken   #others  
 
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