I kept busy, stayed buried For years and years Worked weekends, week nights The struggle, the strife Kept feeding the candlelight With nothing much left to fight Everyone else seems to measure their life in years So why do I judge mine by the days? I have always been impatient - resigned Waiting on the …
Adventure Awaits
Palms sweat. My shoulders get too tight and my muscles start to ache. Move. I need to move. I have never been able to take my medicine and swallow my sentence without resistance. I’m like a vine that struggles to reach the sun – scales the walls flexes her leaves with every ounce of vitality …
Aquarius
A poem by Bethany N. Bella Heart as hard as flint Granite, taking for granted the Abundance of love surrounding Aiming for higher peaks Pressing onward and upward But never outward and backward reaching For the sturdy support I’ll always need. Instead, How could I refuse the refuge of the waves With eyes the color …
Her Own Insignificance
A poem by Bethany N. Bella I stood somewhere where I couldn’t see The markings of modernity Spoiling the scene I stood somewhere where I wasn’t surrounded By people’s incessant chattering sounds I stood somewhere where I could hear the wind Folding through limbs Pressing through space And I thought I thought about my transience …
Stream
A poem by Bethany N. Bella She awakens Running after sunlight Quenching her thirst Streaming down the hillside Blood pounding Pouring Overflowing Budding up Buckling up Puddling over and Over Down Down Down Under fields Over asphalt Careening Endearing The water has waited She has waited For winter’s thaw To think The water waited She …
Clouds
A poem by Bethany N. Bella | 'bare bones' I used to think the smoke stacks were cloud-makers. Their white, billowing fumes looked just like the cottonballs in the sky. Could I taste them, if I could see them? Could I breathe them in and pretend I was flying above the rest of the messy …
Bethany N. Bella 