#sunshine-after-midnight

Dreams are infectious.  Leaving footsteps of false hope, And tainted memory. Injecting a yearning to wake up, Just to long to fall asleep again.  

I am your light, At your darkest hour. I will be the silver lining, Giving you hope on a stormy day. 

I am a shoulder, That will gladly soak up your tears. I will be a hug, Hiding you away from everything.

I am a smile, That will always be here for you. I will be a space giver, Silently watching when you need time. I am an open mind, That wants to take some of your burdens. I will be whatever you need, Just say the word and I’m there.   I am,  And I will always be,  Your sunshine at midnight.  

By: Bethany Maxwell March 3, 2013 ©2013

They said to me, “I disagree with what you’re saying, But you have talent.” No, no, it was more like… “You’re a horrible person, Who shouldn’t be allowed to make metaphors and similes speak your mind, But….. Eh….. you have talent.”

When a female uses a controversial point as a comparison, It’s feminism, But when a female uses a controversial point, In which females are seen as the victims,   It’s degrading. Why must it be that one can parade their gender, But as soon as they compare it to a problem which universal, It’s a crime. And all that’s said is; You’re wrong, But you have talent. Then the words are removed.   Society is broken and battered, And nothing can be said about it, Because as soon as two different problems are compared, Feelings are hurt and the message is erased. I write for a purpose, Why must I write in pencil which others may erase? I wish to turn my words into ink, Permanently marking the page they are on, And for them not to be brushed away at the mere sight of disagreement, But hey, At least I have talent. 

Poet's Journey, 

Starts so young...

Fast at first, 

Then, slower, next.

Leads the way

For the rest.

Folow me, 

Closer still.

Pen in hand, 

Stable, set, 

Read to,

Begin its quest...

Mark it once, 

Twice then thrice. 

Words of hope, Desperate cries,

Spoken words,

That meet your eyes, 

Shining light,

Where once was dark.

Dreaming mind,

Meets the day,

Imagined worlds,

Brought to life,

Etched in time,

On paper stone...

What once was not...

Is here to stay.

By: Bethany Maxwell

Here within lies a heart of bold persuasion, Here within lies a secret years untold, Here within lies a memory long forgotten, Here within lies a human emotion hidden from the world.

When everything else fails the soul is still here, If all you do is doubt the day you still have faith here, If endless recollection refuses to be forgotten retreat here, The human spirit may dim but it’s always shining bright here.

Underneath this unforgiving shell lies a raw thought, Underneath the face of endless calm a storm rises, Underneath the sparkle in a happy eye lies a darkness untold, Underneath a skin tough at first look every word and action sinks in.

There is always something you won’t expect, underneath. Even when you think you know someone they’re different, underneath, If you want to see the truth look deep underneath. When you have questions who’s answers are hidden, look underneath.

For here within lies a heart of bold persuasion, Here within lies a secret years untold, Here within lies a memory long forgotten, Here within lies a human emotion begging to be found.

By: Bethany Maxwell

August 14, 2012

For Ian

All my life I’ve dreamed my future prince, 


I’d close my eyes and dream of faceless forevers, 

I’d dream myself in arms of my always yet saw no eyes nor smile, 


Now I know these days are over; for to these dreams, 


You add your face.

Love Always (By): Bethany Maxwell