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.
Bethany G Blicq
38 minutes ago

"Yes, that's right,
pick your poison.
Choose it.
That's right,"
they whisper so subtly that you hardly hear,
until you try to disobey them.
Then, can you hear anything else at all?
Can you hear them laughing
as they demand your obedience?

Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
Bethany G Blicq
7 hours ago

I want to thank you for your kindness
but I do not know how

I am lost in a sea of despair
one foot in and
one foot deeper
and I cannot find my way out
until I find my way in

Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
  Mar 17  Bethany G Blicq
David Noonan

One fleeting chance to catch you between trapezes
Yet my head was bowed, my thoughts immersed
In another dream of another life that i longed to live
A moments lapse careers you to that downward spiral
Through all those safety nets, all those webs we wove
Once so secure borne from our labour, love and toil
Exposed now like a promise of night through a civil dawn
As you fall through each of my declarations of trust
You blow out the candles and knock out the lights
Of celebrations and occasions now shattered like glass

Blackness descending through this never blinking eye
As those moments and time perpetually relive yet resist
The blood still refusing to flow freely through my veins
As i sit and wait for this evening coffee to run cold
That i may embrace the sanctuary of night once more
For I was one that could never dream in the dark
No more than one who could ever make amends
Between those two trapezes that signaled our end

  Mar 14  Bethany G Blicq
David Noonan

Where the river meets the sea
Behind a walled office of a harbour estate
A motivational picture hangs with dust
"Chart your own course", it patiently pleads
But surely knows little of these things
You called to me there once more today
Even sweeter than i ever could say
It had seemed so long in many ways
Yet you were opening up like yesterday
Whilst the world still spins around us
And painted ponies dream of ferris wheels
The early April sun breaking through  
Is at best a mere coincidence
For I never believed in anything more
Than people and what they choose to bring
Like the honesty that flows of a simple smile
Slow reveals all your intrinsic gold
We celebrate how we can never say goodbye
In a place where sad songs no longer reply
For I've sang too many of those of late
Hold'til tomorrow to reminisce about today
Pause and realise real beauty resides
For eternity in a true friends eyes

  Mar 13  Bethany G Blicq
Eric W
Eric W
Mar 13

It's obvious, isn't it?
When two similar planets pass by
each other
and get caught in
each other's
gravity.
It's obvious what must happen here.
The words not said
scream loud enough to
bridge the hundreds of miles,
and we still don't
say them.
Not yet.
It's obvious we haven't been here before.
Into uncharted waters,
we move so
very
slowly,
careful not to create waves
before we meet in the center,
careful not to misstep,
so that we can
do things right
for once.
It's obvious.

I'm so unbelievably grateful that my words were selected to represent this amazing community for a day. This is the best community I've ever had the honor to be a part of. Seriously, each and every one of you are amazing. Many of you have made a permanent mark on me with your kind words and friendship, and I'm continually amazed at the positivity and encouragement I see on this site. Stay great, friends. And thank you so much for reading! It means the world.

If you happen to be curious about who this is about, she happens to be a member here as well, and she writes beautifully. With her permission to credit, check her out:
Blair Julian Carver
http://hellopoetry.com/bjc/
  Mar 13  Bethany G Blicq
Anthropos
Anthropos
Mar 10

that illusive little wisp                  
                                                                ­    where is it?  


sometimes lost
do not know where it has gone
it has wings
you see, you see
and it flutters around
so hard to catch it and


                   Hold On


                                                       ~h0pe~

tough to pin down
keep a firm grip
fleeting
you feel less
without it

                                                             ­     but here it is
                                                                ­                           ~

o p e n   your heart
believe

it never left
you just have to want it
to find it again

                        it has been there the whole time
                  inside
                                   ­                ~ ~ ~you~ ~ ~

keep it safe
that tiny light
never dies
sometimes we just lose sight
and it flies away

where does it go?

              i do not know but

                                               follow

                                                     ­     it ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

       ~
                                                               ­    ~

~~~~~~~~~~~<3
  Mar 13  Bethany G Blicq
Indelible
Indelible
Mar 13

My heart strains savagely
against a baffling brick wall
pretending to hold itself unified
while threatening to fall
I'm 14 percent inebriated
on a Reisling called Calamity Sue
A smiling cowgirl
beckons me from the bottle
Think I've found myself
a new nom de plume
It tastes like the way sunflowers look
as they bend toward the sun all day
not caring that it's 93 million
miles away
I can never tell
if a poem is finished
Once I open the gates,
words won't diminish
I feel like an open book here
but my story's not yet written
Maybe I could break this poet's block
if I wasn't so unbelievably smitten

 
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