Never

Never

A Poem by Beatrice Mars
"

Here

"

I feel sick

So,

I cry and tell

Myself you'll still

Be here,

Just somewhere else.

 

It'll be okay,

The future comes

So quickly

You can tell

Me what it's like.

 

But I can't believe it

Won't always be this

Way.

And I can't imagine

The future,

It's too near.

 

I feel selfish

For feeling

(Anything at all)

S**t like this,

It's you who's

Got to....

(Can't say it.)

 

I'm not too good at talking,

(And that would cost loads...)

But I'll write

(I learnt that awhile ago..)

 

And just so you know

You'll never be

One of those people.

© 2010 Beatrice Mars


Author's Note

Beatrice Mars
xx

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With just a few editing here and there, I can actually imagine this a as cool, love song. The essence is there, I think the only thing lacking here is better word construction. It would have much more impact, and much more depth if more slashing words will be used. Even so, good job.

Keep Writing. ^___^


Posted 13 Years Ago


Yes write Beartrice it is liberating...this one I sense soemone who is trapped so much that even the future is seen as a hindrance....This is very difficult....however your images are vivid ....great Beatrice. So much come out in this piece....let it out ...congratulations

Posted 14 Years Ago


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this is gooood, this is very very good. I liked the subtle rhyme: "and that would cost loads, i learnt that a while ago" and I like the flow. and the subject. and everything. fantabulous beatrice mars, fantabulous.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I don't like to presume but :') xxxxxxxxxx

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on March 10, 2010
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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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