Jul 13 Bethany G Blicq
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no, I'm not talking about the ones with big noses
or greasy hair

not the ones with bad breath
or round bellies

no, I just like them raw
a little broken, a little sad

the ones with scars
a story to tell

I sure know how to pick em' you might say
but I'd never give them up any day

a whole adventure in a person like the outdoors
one with canyons and mountains he would let me explore
only ugly guys give themselves all at once
no parts hidden, everything is exposed

vulnerability is thought to be a weakness but in reality it's bold

I like ugly guys.

So go out there and be real, often we hide because we fear getting hurt. But in that fear we miss out on the world, we miss out on living, and worst of all, love. So even if we may get bruised, get to the lowest of the low, you'll one day stumble upon something that embraces you as you are, something that cherishes your ugliness unconditionally, something that inspires you to be better, whether that be a passion, a person, or something as simple as a smile. Is it really worth hiding if you miss on the chance to experience that?

Edit: I am very grateful to everyone who took the time to read my work and am in disbelief a piece of mine chosen as the daily pick for the very first time! This community is amazing :)

Today is a beautiful day.
Tomorrow will be a beautiful day.
The day is always beautiful in my mind.
It is always beautiful in my mind.
In my mind there is only beauty;
beauty in as many forms as can be.
None are more or less beautiful.
Some are beautiful like a gem,
Some are beautiful like a smile,
and some are beautiful like the sun.
In my mind there is only beauty,
every form of beauty,
and every form of Love.
In my mind there is only Love;
every opportunity for Love.
The sun shines for everyone.
In my mind the sun always shines.
In my heart the sun always shines.
In this reality the sun always shines.
In my mind there is only Love.
In my heart there is only Love.
In this reality there is only Love.

Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq

Because duality only exists to those who are blind to the miracle of each particle and experience of this existence.

If you spend your life following the rules
set out for you by others
you will never have the integrity
of following your own rules.

Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq

Life is a dream,
not always ideal,
not always predictable,
except in this way:
I love my dream
because you are here
dreaming with me.

Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq

I watch the destruction
of your self
and wonder
will I ever see my friend again?
or will you be lost
in the slow motion
explosion;
just know
you never have to be
alone
self contained
isolated
hiding imminent implosion.
Just reminisce with me
of those times
we were
together
full of dreams
and laughter.

Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq

Don't be scared, Love;
Show me your scars.
Give me a piece of your soul,
And maybe a glimpse of your mind.

I could show you beauty,
Without a field of flowers.
And an amazing high,
Without the foul aftertaste.

Just let me in,
Let me feel your pain.
I'll touch your soul,
And make you go insane.

2/19/2017

It's interesting to think about how we make people
who used to be everything into nothing again.
How we learn to forget. How we force forgetting.
The path that was started so innocently has taken us to here,
strangers again.

However, yeah like most we started as a strangers.
I never wished that we would end up where we are today.
To be honest, with the way our story began,
I never thought it could possibly end like this. .

But, every sentiments
become empty thoughts
when I look back now.
Recalling that love is not
what it generally appears.
It's just so simple to forget.

From so long ago my question is
if it really happened.
The person used to be my best friend,
the person who was the number one priority,
the girl I thought could never exist,
she was everything that I thought
could be perfect in any girl.

Still after all these,
we lost the fight with this society
and all that of left is
a mind with random memories
from our faded period of time
when this stranger was most
important person in my life.

Now, our life will continue
on in different directions
becoming STRANGERS AGAIN.

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