That someone who loves you,
That someone who frames your only published poem like it’s won a Pulitzer,
Who believes in you so much even you can’t help but to believe you can do anything.
That person believes you’re already the writer you want to be.
They are holding the book, pages longing for script.
They are worth all of it.
They are worth every last drop of ink.
-b.e.
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Loud
It’s so loud
Deafening, ear piercingly loud
Soft split seconds punctuated by a crash.
-b.e.
Turns Out
Turns out
Knowing what you want to do for your life at 18 isn’t all that normal.
Turns out
Going to school and getting a job and then changing your mind ten years into it, happens.
Turns out
That you don’t have to have your life figured out when you graduate.
Turns out
You can say “screw it” at 35 and decide to start writing.
Turns out
It’s just as scary and just as hard but twice as fulfilling.
Turns out
It’s never too late to pursue your dreams.
-b.e.
Reflections
if 2020 taught me anything
it’s that we’re all broken
we all need a little grace
from time to time
-b.e.
A feeling.
There’s a nagging feeling
At the back of mind
Like I should be busy doing something
Something isn’t being done
Cleaning? No
Reading? Most likely no
Writing? Maybe
I should be doing something
The question is,
What?
Don’t mind me…
Just a little note to say
That one of my poems
Was published today ❤️
This is the first time one of my poems has ever been published and I’m a little overwhelmed. It’s not much but it’s a start. It’s just affirmation that I’m headed in the right direction ❤️
Check it out and many more amazing authors and poets at harnessmagazine.com!
Keep Writing
You have to write something bad To come up with something good I heard that on a podcast once I really hope it’s true Until then I guess I’ll just keep writing And hope one day Something worth writing about falls out -b.e.
Snow
Soft lights reflect off the curve of an eye
A gentle snow flake rests on a lash
The steam of a breath
Floating on the wind
The tip of a tiny child’s nose
Lifted towards the sky
The simple innocence of a child watching snow
It’s enough to make you cry
They don’t know the world the way we do
In that moment all they know is joy
All they see is snow
Touch
Touch Callused skin Soft pads of fingertips Tracing the curve of a hand Following lines of time The gentlest whisper Charged with a thousand lightning bolts -b.e.
A gift
We walked down the hallway around students and lockers I have a gift for you they said “it’s for Christmas but it’s early” I had a feeling, sinking in my gut what was once a normal moment was now about to change They handed me a bracelet simple, plain, and black a silver heart locket affixed to the back still rushing through the hallway almost late for class I brushed my fingers over the beads as they sat cold in my hands the locket had their mother’s name etched with a tiny heart I knew in that very moment what this gift was meant to be I can’t accept this its lovely but I can’t I know it means so much to you but it’s not the same to me They ripped the bracelet from my hand quickened their step and ran I called their name my heart sank I lost a friend that day with just a simple gift -b.e.
b.e. poetry: A place for my words 