Mournful Living

Mournful Living

A Poem by Beatrice Mars
"

I think something died

"

Can you clean it up
So I can start all over
Again
Not an uncommon occurrence
but one we all like to put off
Mournful living
 
Me teeth hurt
and this pencil isn't as good as the other
Can you start again?
You can't turn back time
A fish has the memory span of a few seconds
(they can turn back time)
The floor boards are straining
I think something died
 
Snap the thin strings on the guitar
Snap the noise
(that would be mournful living)
I think something died
(I think it was you
I think I shot you)
 
Wring out the cloth
Close your eyes
So you don't have to look
(at pictures of dead people)
Mournful Living
I think something died
I think it was me.

© 2008 Beatrice Mars


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

I really like good gothic poetry (or lyrics, because this looks like a song) just as much as I hate emo. You have quite a talent for wringing a lot of strong images out of that poem of yours and I will have to look for more of your work. Keep them coming!

Posted 12 Years Ago



Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

176 Views
1 Review
Rating
Shelved in 1 Library
Added on August 28, 2008
Last Updated on December 28, 2008

Author

Beatrice Mars
Beatrice Mars

United Kingdom



About
I'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..

Writing