REALLY Loud

REALLY Loud

A Poem by Beatrice Mars

All the pages are filled
Up,
(And everything has changed)
Well almost all.
But I can't go
Back
(It's just not practical.)
The story is nearly finished,
I just can't find
Those last few
Words.

I'm back to
Writing on
Unlined paper
And I can't decide
If I like it or not.

So Much has happened
That
(It doesn't make any difference)
When I call you
(I shout REALLY loud)
I can't imagine you'd respond,
But you told me
Don't Stop
Believing
Just 'cause you're
Bleeding.
It's not all over yet.

And I asked you to
Take another me
To another place,
Where we can live
Another way.

But you didn't like that
Idea,
So you hung up
And although I
Rung you many times
And shouted your name
(REALLY loud)
You wouldn't respond.

So now I'm sitting
Here,
Worrying about
What to do
And singing along
To music I know
You hate.
(Because you might be able to hear,
But now I am hesitating to believe
Even though I screamed REALLY loud)

© 2009 Beatrice Mars


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this is reeeally good, my favourite part:

And I asked you to
Take another me
To another place,
Where we can live
Another way.

love it, i just love the flow of this poem, your enjambements (i'm going for what i've learnt from mr A here ;)) are lush, the brackets, like a background comment, are excellent, i love this, i'm going to try and find out how to put this in my favourites. no i still don't know how! and this is definitely 99 (only because the last one i thought maybe the so now i'm sitting here.. could be one line? ) but otherwise i love love love it :)

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Beatrice Mars
Beatrice Mars

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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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