Refrigerator

Refrigerator

A Poem by Beatrice Mars

Show me how to feel,

'Cause I never had a heart.

Show me how to think,

'Cause I never got taught.

Help me live,

'Cause I never had a life.

 

These are the things I screamed,

My new found love for dramatics

Sent me out into the rain,

Down on my knees,

Blaming the night

And the dark for my inability

To see.

 

Someone must have heard

Me, because

You came

And changed my life.

 

Vie? C'est très dramatique!

 

You showed me how to feel.

(I saw the insides of rainbows and

Colours I never knew existed)

 

You showed me how to live

 

You showed me how to be

The person I am now,

How to laugh at other people

And never at myself.

 

You taught me paranoia

And how to sit up all night,

Sweating and shivering,

Too frightened to sleep,

With thoughts worse than

Nightmares.

 

You made me hate myself

For feelings you taught me.

 

You drove me out on to

The street,

Screaming at a sky

That was trying to be

Sunny, in the middle

Of a rainstorm.

 

 

 

 

You showed me how to think,

Which is, perhaps, why your

Head is now in my

Refrigerator.

© 2010 Beatrice Mars


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EMP
this is sooo good.
i love the contrast of the serious beginning and the amusing (though still dramatic) ending.
this is a really good write bethan! definitely one of my favourites of yours.

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is so good
and this FACT is borne out because the last part:

You showed me how to think,
Which is, perhaps, why your
Head is now in my
Refrigerator.

Stands by itself

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I just read this again and realise my review might come across as a little... heartless? since the emotions expressed are all kind of depressed and what-not... still i cannot deny my love for it :P xxx

Posted 14 Years Ago


:D this made me grin so hard my face actually hurts. It's been a long time since i've read anything that's made me so HAPPY and that's wierd because it's not a happy poem... i just.. LOVE IT. it's so perfect!!! everything i love most in a poem :L :L It's sort of bitter and ironic and sarcastic and COLD. (haha refrigerator. get it?) :D
dear god i'm certain i've gone round the twist!
This is the sort of thing that makes me so jealous because i wish I'D written it so i could feel very clever and smug but ALAS it is not to be...
(I apologise.. it's this fever... maybe............) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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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