Reason to Scream

Reason to Scream

A Poem by Beatrice Mars

You're A beautiful
Person,
You're useful to
Have,
You provide a good
Alibi.
 
Now please,
Give me an
Opportunity to open
My mouth,
Give me
Reason to
Scream,
Because this muffled
Silence is
Deafening.
 
There's a great
Dynamic,
I've got to admit,
But I really do
Hate you.
 
I need to know,
What's the point
In doing
If you don't want?
What's the point in dreaming
If you won't do?
What's the point in
Breathing
If you won't live?
(Get off your arse, you lazy f**k)
 
Now, you beautiful
Person,
Tell the nice people,
Where we were
Last night,
And what a beautiful
time we had.
 
Look at us (,)
Making out (,)
We're so deep,
Looking at trees
With our windswept
Hair.
 
You open your
Mouth, then
Close it again,
(Like a fish)
You don't know what to say,
But you've given me
An opportunity
To open my
Mouth.
I hope I don't
Hurt you.
(I'm sure I won't,
I'm a Joker,
A funny person.)
 
I had a dream
That we were in love,
It was crazy,
Just like you.
 
Failure is immanent,
So take this as a
Warning,
I hate you.
 
 
You know, hate,
Just like the
Way you say,
I love chocolates,
My hate is not real!
(Don't look at me like
That, I'm a joker,
I'm a funny person!)
 
          *Sigh*
 
Look at us(,)
making out(,) we're
So deep
 
(When I look at your face you give me reason to scream)

© 2009 Beatrice Mars


Author's Note

Beatrice Mars
I may have stolen a certain phrase from somwhere....I also had some specific voices in my mind while writing this...

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Failure is immanent,
So take this as a
Warning,
I hate you.

I love your blunt frankness :P And i love this poem :)

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Beatrice Mars
Beatrice Mars

United Kingdom



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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..

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