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  Nov 2014 Beatrice Prior
FiesaLy
You turned off the light
The corner where the memories brighter than life

Fades away......

The promises that you left
The tears that become mine
The list we made, it stays inside the box

Forever......

I wonder how you feel after that girl
The dream that keep haunting you

about you and i

about the memories that forgotten

my heart that you brought
left me a massive scar
my heart that you brought
left me a massive hole
how could i cure it without you?
Beatrice Prior Nov 2014
I Have Nothing But Time
Don't Rush Me, Don't Judge,
I Can Live To Be A 100 Years Old,
If A Grandfather Clock Can, So Can I,
So Don't Rush Me Out Of My Childhood,
I Have Years To Live And Grow.
A True Thing For Everyone Who Doesn't Want To Grow Up.
Beatrice Prior Nov 2014
I know it's meant to be CRAZY,
But you know what?
I don't care.

So I'm gonna be CARZY.
And I know that ain't a real word.
But who cares? Here goes. The CARZINESS is here.

Bjiuhghdugdsgbusghusghusgh, said my friend,
To which I replied,
Udsfh8duhnskjhvyxgxhdbvskj,
But that's CARZY poetry,
It's all about expressing oneself,

WITHOUT CARING if anyone notices.
Beatrice Prior Nov 2014
It was all there, and it was real,
It was my first and I thought it beautiful,
Then we closed our eyes, and it happened again,
What was real? I couldn't quite comprehend.

Then I felt it,
The hunger, the pain for more,
I captured his lips with mine,
And away we went to another place.

I hadn't confessed,
I'm telling you it was he,
But he was soft and gentle,
Not judging like many would be.

So I sat still as he kissed my lips, my neck,
Then travelling up to my forehead and my cheeks,
When we opened our eyes again, it was like gazing into a river,
Our eyes were so close I could see the rings and shades
multicoloured blues,
I never noticed that before.

Then there was a twinkle in his eyes, and he burst out laughing,
I joined him, mixing my fingers in his,
He stroked my hair, and kissed me again,
This time though, as though he would never let go,
But I liked it, his arms around me and his shoulder to my ear,
We fit perfectly together,
And that's all I needed to hear.
Beatrice Prior Nov 2014
She lied and kept dark secrets,
But she read me like a book,
She kept her thoughts to herself,
While I poured mine, like a cup to the brim,

A moment I told her my deepest secret,
A one she swore she never tell,
A devil in a angels costume,
I swear she should go to hell,

Away I spilled the beans,
Telling her first my favorite chocolate, to the guy I liked,
And then it went downhill,
Not a soul was told apart from her,
And then rumors spread,

I could have cut her with a knife that day,
Indeed I was planning to,
But then a warm hand was over mine,
Gentle but firm,

He pulled me to the side and said he liked me too,
And everything was happy,
But for a moment only,
Then he said her name, to me, in my face,
And when he confessed that he loved me for my courage,
My bravery for betraying my friend,
I went beserk,

He stepped back, and much to my surprise I stepped forward,
And told him my name,
His face flushed and he apologized,
For we did look much alike,

But even now I either get smirked or patted at,
For my embarrassment  or my courage,
But I can't forget that knife in my hand,
Ready to fly any day,
For enough is only when the mind is content,
But my mind wants to play.
Beatrice Prior Nov 2014
Enough is enough!
A person will quote,
I can't take the pain anymore!
Nobody understands!
But isn't that the beauty?
I say,

A simple life,
Is all that I wanted,
Without having complications like love and sadness,
No fear, no madness,
But that's impossible isn't it?
I would reply,

Because that is life and you can't run away from it,
The sooner you learn that lesson, the better,
But let me tell you something,
Something which I know very well,

Friends can't choose you,
Because you choose yourself,
Other can do nothing but obey,

You can choose be a crazy person, can't you?
Or a kind one or even bad?
But being different doesn't make you look silly,
It makes you stand out and special, ever thought about that?

So enough with this constant blabbering,
And be who you really are,
Because I know and you know,
That with this life you can only get so far,

So keep quiet they would in the end,
At the end of this exhausting speech,
Because they can't choose me and I know that,
So I would sit alone under my tree.
Beatrice Prior Oct 2014
In deepest regret I keep my debts,
Knowing one day I will die

If that day comes today,
I want you to know that I died full of lies

For a traitor is he,
Who follows unknown,
Into the darkest secrets of the mind

But let me tell you a tale,
Of great wit and wisdom,
The only thing I'm sure will survive

A tip of a tear,
A groan of a wolf,
The howling of the unsound moon,

That is where the treasure lies,
A sorrow is a true boon.
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