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Bethany Mae

Updated: Tue, 9 Feb 2016 09:36 pm

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Biography

Hi I'm Beth! I'm a college student and aspiring poet. I tend to write on the darker side in terms of my imagery and take lyrics from music as inspiration in my structure of things. Please enjoy!

Samples

The Gardener: His eyes followed natures beauty- conquering him, Roses sprung from the cold earth from his perception, Red, white and Pink, Howbeit he was too heedless. His hands traced each intricate edge of the petals, He gently tore the rose from it's settlement, making it his own, Taking in it's bitter scent, The red colour drained down his fingers, Revealing a wilted black rose, Dried and corrugated, Love struck him blind so he remained boorish to the development, Overwhelmed and surrounded by the ugly details which engulfed him, Abhorrence feigned to be allure, A droplet of poison ran from the rose onto his tongue, Burning sweet, Air left his lungs as his face becomes achromatized, His heart suspending and his muscles reinforced, His body falls and his eyes cemented open, Looking at the blue sky for eternity, surrounded by the roses, Forever trapped in this toxic love.

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Audio entries by Bethany Mae

The Psychopath (09/02/2016)

The Psychopath (09/02/2016)

The Psychopath (09/02/2016)

The Psychopath (09/02/2016)

The Psychopath (09/02/2016)

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