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2.0k · Dec 2016
Reverse Role Model?
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
The best people

don't come from

anywhere in particular.

There is one

inside each soul;

do we ever

truly measure up?

Not to ourselves;

our own ideal;

maybe to another.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq
1.7k · Feb 2017
Demands
Bethany G Blicq Feb 2017
"Stop lying to me!

Please stop lying to me!

The truth may be ugly

but please let me see it anyway!"

I say to them all.

I please and beg and persist.

Why do I keep demanding the truth

from them -

when I have been lying to myself?

"Stop lying to me!

Please stop lying to me!"

I finally demand the truth from myself.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
1.6k · Apr 2017
"The Ocean in One Drop"
Bethany G Blicq Apr 2017
Through him
I discovered all my Love.
To Love unconditionally
is to Love all there is to Love
just the same as I Love him.
Surrendering
and knowing that I am Love
and that my heart is meant to be shared.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
1.3k · Dec 2016
Bee With Me Here Honey
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Oh
There is honey
in the cracks between
my fingers.
There is dirt all up in
my toes.
There are grass stains on
my knees.
There are mosquitoes on
my arms.
There are patches of red skin peeling off of
my back.
There is laughter in
my ears.
There are kisses on
my lips.
My lover and I are in
my garden.
There are bumblebees outside
my door.
There are friends here,
with me,
where home is made of love
and sweet sacred honey.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

Dedicated to my two friends, Cory and Heather. Love you both.
1.2k · May 2017
Speak from your ♡
Bethany G Blicq May 2017
My heart speaks
in ways that my mouth has only dreamed of.
My heart sings
in ways that make my voice quake with envy.
My heart tells the truth
in ways my mind cannot imagine.
That which is ineffable,
Love,
is only so misconstrued by the senses,
though the heart has always been clear.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
1.2k · Dec 2016
The Tiger Survives
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
My friend said

that only the tigers survive;

I ask,

what if a tiger helps all the others survive;

will the tiger remain as a tiger;

will the tiger still survive?

I will find the answer.

……….

Maybe my friend was right,

Maybe tigers cannot help anyone.


Maybe,

To get to the top,

You have to be ruthless and brutal.

I am not aiming that high,

I am just aiming to help others survive.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
The ***** storm rages on.
This time I brought my umbrella.
This time I brought my shovel.
I even brought my smile.
The umbrella is my courage.
The shovel is my resilience.
The smile is because I love you so much that I keep walking through hell,
whistling all the way to you.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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911 · Dec 2016
Entirety
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Choosing to love
shows the world
what God is like.
Loving,
is to manifest God.
By loving the entirety
of creation, we become
The Way, The Truth, and The Light.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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900 · Dec 2016
Define Music
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
There is noise,
and there is music.

When I hear your voice,
all else is noise.

There is emotion,
and there is love.

When you touched my heart,
it proved that love is all
that ever was.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq
900 · Dec 2016
Would You Stop
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Don’t you worry about a thing.

Don’t you worry about a thing.

Don’t you worry about a thing.

Don’t you worry about a thing.

Don’t you worry about a thing.

Don’t you worry about a thing.

Don’t you worry about a thing.

Don’t you worry about a thing.

Don’t you worry about a thing.

Don’t you worry about a thing.



If I told you

that I would repeat this

over and over

until the very moment

that you stop

worrying,

would you stop?
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

It can be stressful to me just knowing someone is stressed out. Please stop worrying. Instead, use all that focussed energy to do something wonderful. To find a solution or make a solution to your problems. To create. To love. That energy that you waste on stress could be used to solve all of your problems. If only it weren't wasted on stress.
Bethany G Blicq Mar 2017
My Dearest**

You have survived.
Please remember all that surviving you have done.

My dearest,
you have survived fires;
not just a fire in your home
but a fire in your mind.
The fire that brought you to your knees,
left you ashen and alienated.

You have survived storms;
not just the winter storms that chilled to the bone,
but the winter storm of love and loss
that chills you to your soul.

You have survived even hell;
not just the hell that the truth of the world convinces you of,
but the hell that convinces you that your demons are actually friends.

You have survived doubt and insecurity and loneliness.
You have survived all of the times your mind turned against you.

You can survive this too.
You can survive the trials of loving somebody that challenges you with every word.
You can survive the trials of loving yourself and your body even though it challenges you in every moment.

My dearest,
can you see how strong you are?
In case you ever forget,
I will keep reminding you.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
Dedicated to Heather Waterous
866 · Jan 2017
Infinite Truth
Bethany G Blicq Jan 2017
If the universe is infinite

then truth is infinite.

As you reveal the truth,

so you change it.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq

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Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Honey, your sweetness is fading...

The more you watch the news;
the more you read the real news;
the more you sell out
and join the system of slaves;
the more you reluctantly nod your head,
so as not to offend the sheeple
that employ you;
the less there is of your
sweet heart.

Honey, your sweetness has faded.

Hold my hand,
and I will give you
all the sweetness in the world.

Honey, I know you are tired of it all.
I used to be so tired too.

Now is the time for energy.
Now is the time for intention.
Now is the time for love.
Now it is time for you to have
all the sweetness in the world.

Honey, will you help me?
Together we can make the world
a little brighter.

We can make our own sunshine
and share it
with all those who are hidden
in the shadows.

There may still be dark times,
but with you honey
all I can see
is sweetness and light.

Honey, your beauty and sweetness
are meant to last
longer than anything else
on this sad and lonely planet.

Honey, no matter what,
never let your heart be corrupted.
Never let your sweetness
fade away again.

That is what the shadows want,
most of all.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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My Blog: WhereThereIsLove.wordpress.com
822 · Dec 2016
Tears of the Sun
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
An angel of music
sent to me
a beautiful melody of love.

It turned my tears
of sorrow
into tears of joy.

The song is called Tears of the Sun.

The universe gives the greatest blessings of all,
especially when you allow the universe to surprise you,
and accept all that it has to offer.

In the form of music,
and people,
and beauty,
and love,
and light.

I once wished
that there were more hours in the day,
just as I now wish
that there were more notes in this song.

I could listen to it forever.

This made me realize
that even if it went on longer,
it would never be long enough.

Just as there would never be
enough hours in the day.

Thus,
the tears of the Sun,
are the tears of mine own.

..........

Direct Link to Song - Tears of the Sun (URL BELOW)
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

Thank you for reading!
If you want to hear the song I wrote this poem about, visit this URL...

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10205215180234504&id;=1095952923

Thank you to my friend Pranay for allowing me to share this beautiful work of art and love. It is one of my top three favourite songs.
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
This poem is first offered in English, and below that in Spanish (Espanol). I truly hope that the translation does it justice.
If you enjoy this piece, why not check out the original version on my blog... URL is below in the notes section.

..........

I am a flashlight
looking for my "on" switch.

I found it
when you found me.

I have light inside of me,
meant to escape,
and a battery hiding somewhere.

Even when "on" I am switched,
sometimes my light is not enough
to fill up all the darkness.

I keep trying anyway,
because one flashlight is
better than none.

If I could, I would burn
as brightly as the sun.

Instead, my maker decided
to make a flashlight out of me.

I am most grateful for this decision,
for as a flashlight I can be
held in your hands.

I can be your light
when the sun is hiding,
and the world is dark.

This is the greatest of all my blessings:
to be a flashlight,
once held by your hands,
and forever hoping to light your way again.



Dedicated to my sweet unicorn prince. My greatest wish is that you will never have use for your flashlight, but for you I will keep my battery full for eternity.

My mind keeps trying to find words to explain my love for you, even though my heart knows I could write forever to express even the slightest sliver of it. Words are not enough – love is beyond words – but not beyond action. This is why I am your flashlight. For eternity, no matter how dark it gets, I will shine my light as bright as I am able.

……………………………………

Soy una antorcha,
buscando mi chispa.

Lo encontré
cuando me encontraste.

Tengo una luz dentro de mí,
la intención de escapar.

Tengo una batería escondido
en algún lugar.

Incluso cuando mi luz brilla
a veces no es suficiente
para llenar toda la oscuridad.

Sigo tratando de todas formas
porque una antorcha
es mejor que nada.

Si pudiera, me gustaría brillar
tan brillantemente como el sol.

En cambio, mi creador decidió
para hacer una antorcha fuera de mí.

Estoy muy agradecido por esta decisión.
Como una antorcha que puedo ser
celebrada en las manos.

Puedo ser tu luz
cuando el sol en la clandestinidad
y el mundo es oscuro.

Esta es la más grande de todas mis bendiciones;
ser una antorcha
una vez en poder de sus manos;
esperando una eternidad para iluminar su camino de nuevo.



Dedicado a mi dulce príncipe unicornio. Mi mayor deseo es que usted nunca tendrá el uso de su antorcha, pero voy a mantener mi batería llena y mi luz que brilla por toda la eternidad; para ti. Mi mente trata de encontrar palabras para expresar mi amor por ti, aunque mi corazón sabe que podría escribir para la eternidad para expresar la astilla más pequeña de la misma. Las palabras no son suficientes – el amor es más que palabras – pero el amor no es más allá de la acción. Es por eso que soy tu antorcha, su luz de guía. Para la eternidad, no importa lo oscuro que se pone, voy a brillar mi luz tan brillante como soy capaz.
Written in 2015.
Bethany G. Blicq

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795 · Jan 2017
What is Bliss?
Bethany G Blicq Jan 2017
What is bliss?

Is it the pleasure
given by a lover?

Is it pleasure
arriving just after pain
has left?

Is it freedom
to be who you want to be?

Is it the achievement
of becoming the person
you dared to dream of being?

Is it a place
full of love
and pleasurable delights?

Is it peace of mind
gracing you
just after trauma?

Is it peace of mind
that none of your
worst fears are real?

Is it a time
before memory
at the very beginning
when there were no
fears or desires or questions;

were you even conscious yet?

Ignorance is bliss,
but to have an experience
even better than bliss,
you must risk giving up
ignorance.

You must risk everything,
including your heart,
and that which you
love most of all.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

Thank you for reading!
All my love,
Bethany
789 · Apr 2017
After Thought
Bethany G Blicq Apr 2017
I am Love.
Not chasing Love;
being Love.
To make another feel Loved,
and for them to feel their own Love
is the goal.
To be made to feel like
an afterthought,
like an option only chosen
when all others fall through,
that is something I wish upon nobody.
Not a single person.
You are not an afterthought.
You are Love.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
775 · Mar 2017
Choose Your Poison
Bethany G Blicq Mar 2017
"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 Dec 2016
What is the worst thing
that you can ignore;
turn your back to;
walk away from;
or stand by and
allow?
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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768 · Jan 2017
See All the Ways
Bethany G Blicq Jan 2017
If you are the only one
in existence,
then there is only one perspective;
that is your perspective,
and your perspective is all of the
perspectives.

If there are billions of humans
in existence,
and countless other life forms and souls,
then there are that many more
unique and priceless and irreplaceable
perspectives;

how can anyone be limited to
and satisfied by
just one?

How do I know that our creator was not
satisfied with one either?
I do not know anything for sure,
but I will always try to see things
from more than my own two eyes.

I must see it all from my heart
and from my soul,
from what many call the third eye –
which is more like a unified perspective,
and from your perspective too.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
752 · Dec 2016
Man Like Him
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Touch me
the way he used to.
Touch my soul first,
then caress my body.

Kiss me
the way he used to.
Kiss my heart first,
and then all the rest of me too.

Let me hear your voice,
does it make the Earth vanish from beneath my feet;
does it make my favourite songs seem discordant;
does it make me want yours to be the voice in my head,
just so I could listen for the rest of time?

Show me your hands,
are they just like his;
do your fingers feel like rose petals
as they soothe my blushing skin?

Show me your eyes;
is it only in his blues that my paradise reflects?

Show me your dance,
are you as graceful as the feather he used to trace my *******,
and as fiery as the monologue he used to win my heart?
Do you have music in your veins,
that turns your body into a river; turning and rushing
and diving.

Show me your mind,
is it as dark
and as bright
as his?

Show me your love,
is it just as beautiful
and overwhelming
as his?

Show me all of you,
is your body as sinfully sweet
as his?

For your sake,
I wish that I could say
it would be enough,
but I am so sad to say,
you are not enough.

You are not him.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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688 · Dec 2016
Just To Be Sure
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Temptation is as sweet as your smile; bittersweet.

Temptation is welcome.
I invite temptation to visit,

but not to stay so long,
that temptation becomes action.

Resisting temptation
makes me sure of what I truly want.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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671 · Dec 2016
Icarus
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
This was originally a blog post. The poem portion is below, but the poem is part of a story. Read on dear friends... URL to the original blog post and story is BELOW the poem.

..........

Icarus had wings
Made of wax.

He flew towards the sun.
The basic premise.

He got too close.
He stayed too long.

His beautiful wings melted
And he fell down.

Nobody got a chance to ask him
If he regretted the fall.

He lost the chance to spend
The rest of time

Loving the sun. Loving the sky.
Loving his flight.

..........

My wings were made of love.
The basic premise of my story.

My wings took me too high,
Too close to my own heart,

Too far to go back,
And I was too convinced I could keep going.

No distance was too far.
No fear too daunting.

The sun was hotter than I ever imagined.
More beautiful, inside and out, than I thought possible.

The sun burned me and tried to take my wings
Along with my soul.

Maybe it was not the sun's fault,
But the earth pulled me back and away

And my wings were lost
For a long time.

I might have been burned and scarred and broken,
But I survived my fall.

If anyone ever asks me if I regret it,
I would say no. Not one bit.

There may be nothing in my life
That I am further from regretting...

Though I try to push those thoughts away
And be grateful

For what the roller coaster
Of my life has blessed me with, during all of the highs,

And the lessons it has taught me
In all of the lows.

It is just like Frank Solanki said
In one of our conversations;

"Love brings with it
All sorts of joy and pain.

But it is an inseparable part of it.

The joy is a mountain.
Pain is just a molehill.

We focus too much on the hill
And forget all about the mountain.

That is not how it should be."

..........

The only thing that ever did more damage to me than loving my ex,
Was loving the world.

The only thing more disappointing
Than realizing that my ex was a liar and never cared about me,

Was realizing that the world is full of liars
And hatred and violence and pile upon pile of ****.

It still surprises me that any one person
Could have such an effect on me.

Not so much surprising that waking up to many harsh and cruel realities
Could have such an effect on me.

My lesson is that it was all worth it.
It is all worth it.

Every day, knowing I will never be more happy or more sad
Than I am and have been.

Every day, missing someone and wishing for closure.
Begging for answers.

Every day, praying
That the person you love is happy.

Every day, digging deeper and deeper
For a truth that gets uglier with each passing second.

Every day, more horrified
By humanity.

I guess it was all a bit too much too handle, all at once,
And I was close to giving up.

I was close to slamming into the ground,
At full speed.

My heart was so heavy.
The pieces jagged and ******.

At the last moment, when there was no hope left,
Was when I finally felt free.

Free from every desire, and every worry,
And every bit of pain and suffering.

I had nothing to lose.
Nothing to gain.

In that moment, my wings came back,
More magnificent than ever.

My heart
Became lighter than a feather.

I look back on that moment as the exact time
I decided to chase all of my dreams.

To stick around and use up every last remaining minute of this life
On something worthwhile.

To love life no matter what,
Because the good parts would not exist without the bad parts.

That is especially true in this case,
Although I meant in general.

Maybe I would never have fallen in love  with that man
If we both had not seen so many of the bad parts.

It was the moment that I took back my will to live,
And my will to be courageous and loving  and ambitious.

It was the moment I decided that no matter how hard my life or anyone in it
Pushes me down, I will just get back up again.

Maybe that decision was bold;
It seems it has been tested over and over ever since then.

"The meaning of life is to fall down seven times,
And stand up eight times."
Written in 2016
Bethany G. Blicq
ORIGINAL BLOG POST/STORY:
https://wherethereisloveblog.wordpress.com/2016/10/26/two-windows/
659 · Apr 2017
Sitting Atop a Mountain
Bethany G Blicq Apr 2017
I could spend the rest of my life
climbing a mountain.

A mountain called Love,
or Success, or Satisfaction, or God,
or many other names.

Or I could stop climbing.

I could sit still,
and wait silently for the sun to rise,
to paint the sky with its Love,
joyfully showing me
that I have always been atop the mountain,
and all of the struggles were just imagined.

Dreamt up in a mind too used to suffering, too used to hiding from the truth.

The sun never really goes down.
The day never really ends.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
656 · Mar 2017
Work Out
Bethany G Blicq Mar 2017
The challenge of temptation
strengthens me,
only when I do not give in.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
656 · Dec 2016
My Clan
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Although hatred might be the only way

You can mask your pain,

You are not fooling me.

How many times will you push me away,

Before you finally accept my love?

It may not be much.

It may not be as much as I want to give.

It may not mean anything to you.

It may not mean you love me back.

Your words,

Full of anger and suffering,

Teach me more than any book.

Psychology is just a concept,

Until I hear you tell me to "drop dead,"

When all you really want is a hug.

I make mistakes too.

I feel anxiety too.

I have panic attacks too.

I am suffering too.

Expect me not to be perfect,

And I will expect the same from you -

And anyone else.

I ask you to trust me,

Only as much as I trust myself -

Ninety percent,

Sometimes more,

Sometimes less.

I love you,

I love my Godson.

I will always have your back,

And his;

Not because you are family by marriage,

Because you are family by CHOICE.
Written in 2016
Bethany G. Blicq

Dedicated to my cousin and her son, my Godson, who are both part of my ever growing and evolving clan.

Thank you for reading!
If you enjoyed this post, check out the original version...
Post URL: https://wherethereisloveblog.wordpress.com/2016/11/04/my-clan/

My Blog: WhereThereIsLoveBlog.wordpress.com
Bethany G Blicq Jan 2017
tainted memories

wipe clean my slate

let me rest in the arms of love

here in my garden of eden
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
645 · Mar 2017
my self
Bethany G Blicq Mar 2017
​Compliment me

but let me be humble.

Let me accept

this honour,

and let me move past.

Past my ego,

past my desire

to be approved of,

past my desire

to be adored,

past my desire

to be validated,

past my desire

to be perfect.

I am in a safe space

now,

a space of

peace,

love,

light,

and joy.

It is my challenge

not to criticise and

not to become

cynical;

to recognize myself

in others,

and others

in myself.

It is your challenge

not to feed my ego;

it is so much more loving

just to accept me

and humour me;

to entertain my ideas,

if only for a moment;

and to treat me as family.

The more my ego is fed

the more I must challenge myself

to purge of criticism

and cynicism.

There is nothing wrong with a challenge.

Indeed,

each decision must be challenged.

Every lesson

must be tested upon.

Faith rests not upon the absence of

doubt,

faith rests upon the existence of

doubt;

the constant

and consistent

decision to move past

doubt.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
644 · Feb 2017
Build and Rebuild
Bethany G Blicq Feb 2017
You can tear down our bridges.

We can rebuild them.

We have, we are, and we will.

Love is resilient.

Hatred is self-destructive.

Illusion is self-destructive.

All is impermanent,

except Love,

and Love is all that is true.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq

If you want to see the accompanying photos for this poem, visit my blog...

https://wherethereisloveblog.wordpress.com/2017/02/08/build-and-rebuild/
642 · Dec 2016
Flowers
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Hearts are as flowers.

Some of us have a garden;

some hold a single flower;

wilting?

As long as you are alive

you can plant another seed

of Love.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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Bethany G Blicq Mar 2017
Apathy
is a wall
between you
and an avalanche;
a landslide;
being buried
might be the
best thing
that ever happens
to you.

Apathy
is a wall
that the shadows
made you build,
by overwhelming you
with darkness
until you felt
hopeless.
Until you felt
everything.
Until you felt
nothingness.

The Warriors of Light,
The Warriors of the Rainbow,
The members of the
Church of Love,
The Cathars,
The Yogis,
The Gurus;
The Lovers;
These are only some of the
lions
that are taking down the walls
one by one;
one wall at a time;
one person at a time.

Together,
we will overwhelm the
shadows
with the light
of our hearts.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
634 · Jan 2017
pleasure from pain
Bethany G Blicq Jan 2017
someone once told me

that we are all addicted to something

something that takes the pain away

what if we are addicted to something

that brings the pain closer and closer

than ever

we may not all have an addiction to

pain

but some of us do

and we hurt ourselves too many times

sometimes the very thing we expect

to take the pain away

is that which brings it even closer
Written in 2017 (first poem of the New Year).
Bethany G. Blicq
634 · Dec 2016
Are You Sure
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
I was never quite sure
If she loved me,
or if she still loved him.

I asked her this morning,
I said,
"Darling, when you smile,
is it me you wish to smile back?"

She said,
"Oh darling, your smile is a treasure
like none other."

I said,
"Darling, when you laugh,
Is it my ears you wish to tickle with that precious melody?"

She said,
"Oh darling, you make me laugh when nobody else can."

I said,
"Darling, why do you write those words about him, still;
is it my heart you wish to suffer?"

She said,
"Oh darling,
my heart is the one that has suffered.
Yours is the heart that has given mine
the peace and quiet it needed to heal.

That girl who writes those words,
she left long ago.

She might visit once in a while,
to walk with me down memory lane.

When she does,
do not ask her where she has been.

She will lie
and tell you she has been here all along.

I used to believe her too,
but I know now that I am happier here
in the present than I ever was in the past.

I know now that she is afraid to forget.
I am afraid to spend so much time remembering that I miss out
on making new memories.

I know now that I am a different person,
one who lives in the present, with you,
where we both belong."
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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630 · Dec 2016
Treasure Above All Else
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
It is expected

that you will miss

that which you love most;

treasure above all else

the love that you hold

in your heart.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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629 · Dec 2016
Do You Envy Me
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Look at all those other girls.
You are.

You call them cute.
Do you like them better than me?

I do not envy them one bit.
Maybe it is all for the best.

They may be more attractive
on the outside,
but I have something they do not.

A soul full of passion,
and bliss,
and inspiration.

A heart full of love,
and light,
and dreams.

Dreams that are immense;
expanding so far
it is a wonder they do not
block out the sun.

Dreams that only
Warriors of Light
dare to dream.

This
is what you would treasure about me,
if you ever loved me at all.
What I am trying to say is that I wish he had treasured my inner beauty much more than my outer beauty.

Oh look, I said it right that time.

Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq
620 · May 2017
Slow Motion
Bethany G Blicq May 2017
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
591 · Dec 2016
It Might Have Been
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
“Of all sad words of mouth or pen

the saddest are these:

It might have been.”

– John Greenleaf Whittier

It might have been…

It might have been

a small fight.



It might have been

a few words.



It might have been

easy

to make up.



It might have been

easy

to still call you a friend.



It might have been

my fault.



It might have been

my emotions.



It might have been

my heart so full of hurt

that I did not want to hear

another

word.



I did not want to hear

these words:

Don’t give up;

life is worth living.



It might have been

a small fight.



It might have been

a short time

until I saw you

again.



But I could not be your friend

Because

I could not even be

my own.



It might have been

more than just

a small fight.



But I still love you.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

Dedicated to an old friend;
Love has reunited us.

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Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
“You can’t help her now,”
they try to tell me.
To convince me.

“She’s a lost cause,”
they try to tell me.
Lost in a sea of abuse,
fishing for love in a lie.

“She already sold her soul,”
they try to tell me.
The devil faces me,
grinning ear to ear.

“Surrender your hope,
or I’ll steal yours next,”
it's a promise not a threat.

“All I can do is watch
and wait
for the moment you slip up,”
I grin back, and say,
“If she won’t fight for her life,
I will.”

“Why bother?”
The devil needs to know.

“I once was her.”
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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582 · Dec 2016
Priceless
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
Some people give away their body freely,

And keep their heart locked away.

I cannot say the same for myself.

Both are priceless,

Not free.

My heart belongs to many,

But the rest of my body belongs only to me.

..........

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless -- it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable." - C.S. Lewis

I found this quote on my own facebook profile from a while back. It still rings true to me and accompanies this post well. I have been thinking about vulnerability and forgiveness a lot lately.

Someone replied saying that the quote is very pessimistic, but I disagreed. What I said, to be exact...

"Well now... only from a pessimistic point of view. I think it redeems the value of love and points out why we let ourselves love, because even if there's a chance of getting hurt it's better than letting your soul rot in isolation. So you see, I think it's optimistic."
Written in 2016
Bethany G. Blicq
564 · Dec 2016
A Home to Share
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
What I feel for you

is so much more than desire or lust.

In my love for you I have found a home

so beautiful that I want to share it

with the rest of the life on Earth;

most of all, with you.

I cannot give you part of me,

I must give all or nothing;

I must live all or nothing.

I will use my life to reveal my love

in front of your eyes;

even when you are not watching,

I am loving you.

When I first met you

my love for you made me fearless,

and speechless,

and infinite.

I love you

no matter what.

I pray that you find your home

just as I have found a home

in my love for you.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq
Dedicated to my sweet unicorn prince, the man who once wanted to be my husband.

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528 · Dec 2016
Kiss Me Once
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
You could kiss me a thousand times;

it will never be

enough.

Instead I will pretend that each kiss

is a thousand kisses;

it will be that much closer to

enough.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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523 · Dec 2016
Worth Every Second
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
The pain of love is welcome;

it is sweet

without being bitter;

overwhelming,

and worth every second

of heartache.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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519 · Mar 2016
Mistaken for a Captive
Bethany G Blicq Mar 2016
I wanted to be free.

I wanted to be free
so I ran away from everything and everyone.

I ran from commitment,
from people,
from love,
from helping hands.

I wanted to be free
so I hid myself away from the world.

The further I ran, the less free I felt.
So I ran all the way home.

I still felt like a captive,
but I was the only one holding myself hostage.

So I unlocked the cage,
and I walked out into a new reality.

A reality that was there all along
but the cage had blocked my view. 

Fear had blocked my view.

In my new reality I began to explore the universe inside of myself
and outside of myself.

I found that I had nothing to lose by being myself. 

I found that I had nothing to fear except myself.

I found that all the changes I once wanted to make,
I thought that other people could make for me.

They were supposed to influence me, inspire me.

I found that all the changes I once wanted to make were already made,
but fear prevented them from manifesting.

I have always been free within the infinite universe.
I am no longer my own captive.

Love is my inspiration;
“love is that which enables choice.”
To love,is my only desire.
To love,for the sake of loving,
internal and external universe, alike.

By fulfilling my own and only desire,
I am free.
Written in 2015
By Bethany G. Blicq

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517 · Feb 2017
Puzzle
Bethany G Blicq Feb 2017
Life is a puzzle.

We choose to put it together

or to take it apart.

We are the pieces.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
504 · Feb 2017
United Elements of Love
Bethany G Blicq Feb 2017
The fire is here inside of me.

The water is here inside of me.

The air is here inside of me.

The earth is here inside of me.

I am here to blaze a trail,

to flow as a river to an ocean,

to float and encompass as the air,

to ground and support as the earth.

I am inside of the fire.

I am the fire.

I am inside of the water.

I am the water.

I am inside of the air.

I am the air.

I am inside of the earth.

I am the earth.

Where does the separation occur?
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
503 · Mar 2017
How long is a lifetime?
Bethany G Blicq Mar 2017
One lifetime is enough;
how long is a lifetime?
  
Do I measure from the day
of birth?
Or do I measure from the day
of rebirth?
  
I have been born again,
without ever dying.
I have been at the end of my rope,
where I gave up all ego;
all possibility of loss or gain.
I had it all and lost it all,
and yet found it was there
all along
inside of my heart and soul.
  
I found my unity;
my individuality is just
the most fragmented aspect
of that unity.
  
I found my purpose;
what I intend to do
and have set out to do
within this one
lifetime.
  
I intend to use my intention.
To be visionary and practical,
simultaneously.
I intend to have the pure
and loving intention
that I can generate and purify and trust
only in myself.
I intend to do so
during this one lifetime,
and hopefully in each
of the next.
  
Honestly,
there is one thing
that I strive for
in this one lifetime;
the true happiness
of those around me.
The true happiness
of the united aspect
of all.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
502 · Feb 2017
Onward and Upward
Bethany G Blicq Feb 2017
You must
crawl
before you can
walk,
and you must
walk
before you can
run.

How many times
have these words been repeated?
How many times
have these words been written?
How many times
have I heard these words myself?
How many times
have these words become action?

In our collective evolution,
we have been crawling along
for so long.

At any time,
it could dawn on us;
an idea as bright as the sun;

the idea that we can walk.

We can all walk together.

Who knows what will happen
when we believe that we can
run.

Perhaps we will find
that ever elusive
Rainbow.

Perhaps we will find
that we are
that ever elusive
Rainbow.

You must
stand
before you can
jump,
and you must
climb
before you can
conquer.

We may have fallen,
seemingly,
into a pit of despair

but we are closer
than ever
to standing up

and jumping
just high enough
to grasp the edge
and pull ourselves out.

We have faced
the pit.
There have been many cloudy days.

Next we will face
the mountain,
as the Rainbow that we truly are.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq

Dedicated to my new friend Paula, with infinite love in my heart, shining as bright than the sun.
Friends are a gift from God.
Together we will rise,
together as warriors
(not worriers),
onward and upward.
485 · Feb 2017
Solve Infinity
Bethany G Blicq Feb 2017
Challenge yourself.

The grand mysteries of life

are blessings meant to challenge

even the most

divine intelligence.
Written in 2017.
Bethany G. Blicq
483 · May 2017
Integrity
Bethany G Blicq May 2017
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
481 · Dec 2016
It's Okay
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
It's okay
for something wonderful
to go away.

It's okay
but just don't take
my love away.

It's okay
of I never see you again
but just don't take
my love with you.

It's okay
if I get lost
in my sadness.

It's okay,
the sadness
is part of my love.

It's okay
because I knew the risk of heartache
and that is part of my love too.

My love will never leave
this heart of mine.
Written in 2016
Bethany G. Blicq


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