Below is the innermost thoughts and creations of novelist and poet B D BECHTLE. Short stories, philosophy, previews, poems, rants-- you'll find it all here. Use the list of keywords on the sidebar to find what you're looking for. Follow the author here and on Twitter @BBechtlez. Be sure to share anything you like on social media, and don't forget to read the preview for the upcoming thriller THE BARD. "It's fine to be weird... as long as you harness it in a way normal people can enjoy."
Saturday, June 1, 2013
"Stop Crying"
Can one find a crueler fate?
To die unrivaled, without hate
No pistols drawn, lines crossed
No tears shed, no wars lost
For what is life if not a game?
Solitaire, to name a name
No sugar to savor, salted wounds
No babies to shower, dry tombs
Adversary, a necessary evil
After all, God made a Devil
Without sin, there is no piety
Without death, we see no deity
Bullies, building thick skin
Hardship, igniting a fire within
Without falls, there are no climbs
Without stress, we need no minds
Humanity defines itself
Artificiality confines the self
Be open to the hurdles in your path
Growing calves from the aftermath
A book without death is dull
Get that through your fucking skull.
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