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Oct 2018 · 416
Flower.
Beatrice Prior Oct 2018
I have an interesting flower in my garden,
One that is the embodiment of beauty, but refuses, strangely,
To accept its wondrous colours.

I have an interesting flower in my garden,
That sprouts some throrns sometimes.
They ***** me, and I bleed,
But my constantly beaming flower,
Always has a comeback.

Some days my little flower wilts,
With guilt and the feeling,
That many have come and stomped on her.
But still my evergreen flower,
Overgrows and blooms beyond.

I have an interesting flower in my garden,
Whose scent gives me air.
A sweet wallowing nectar,
Flows past her ocean of petals...
And to my little flower,
I appear a loving bee.
Oct 2018 · 162
Raindrop.
Beatrice Prior Oct 2018
They astound me, thine eyes,
Filled with such glorious emotion,
That even when they overfill,
They smile at me.

Thy voice, like nectar to a bee's throat,
Speaks of wondrous words,
Of majestic tales and heart felt lores,
And they escape your smiling lips.

And a fragrance so sweet blows my way,
To fill me with an indescribable ecstasy,
And gently wafts back and forth,
As you hold me in your gaze.

Therefore stand evermore by my side,
As I attempt to match your prints,
For the mark you left on me,
Only God knows I can't rinse.
May 2018 · 236
Spring.
Beatrice Prior May 2018
Flowers, flowers and more pretty flowers.
That's all one ever thinks about Spring.

What about Thorns, I ask?
But no one seems to hear me.
All they want to know about is the Rose.

As the Spring I feel compressed,
Obstructed by the Strain of the stretching length.
Crushed by the load of impounding Stress.

But, I am a Rose.

My fragrance spreads joy to a billion others,
But no one releases me from the Thorn that binds me.

They're scared they say,
And I don't blame them.
For I beat myself to become this Rose.

So I stand, as Spring does,
Watched by a million eyes.

I bounce when the Stress of Summer arrives,
To live carefree another day.

Only to realize I've trampled on the Thorn.
The Thorn that Strains to cut the Rose away.
May 2018 · 230
The Call
Beatrice Prior May 2018
He was always after me.

I felt him tapping on my mother's belly,
As curled smaller and tighter with the noose around my neck.
He let me go then,
But still,
I didn't dare breathe.

He hid in the shadows and waited for fate,
Took me to the lake,
Told me beautiful lies,
And when I swam in the ocean of happiness,
He held my arms by my side.
He let me go then,
But still,
I didn't dare breathe.

He waited patiently yet again,
And bade his time by taking my family,
I saw many white-washed walls,
Chained and imprisoned against my will.
He let me go then,
But still,
I didn't dare breathe.

He had wings of fury,
And burnt everything I had dreamed,
I was scarred and sacrificed,
But I rose from the ashes.
He let me go then,
But still,
I didn't dare breathe.

Now I'm kicked out,
Standing on thorns of suffering,
He called me again, he did.
He held me close this time,
Planted a kiss on my forehead.

I was wrong about him.
When the world gave me suffering,
He offered me salvation.

*Hey Death,
Come with a smiling face,
And embrace me forever,
With Your glorious arms.
Apr 2018 · 201
The Clearing
Beatrice Prior Apr 2018
Everyone loved meandering to the Clearing,
Outlined by long snaky tendrils of golden grass.

The sun dips behind the meadow there,
Casting a purifiying blaze through the bearing breeze.

The baobab was still there, standing proud in the spotlight,
And we could do nothing but clamber, dreams in hand,
As we hoped the bough still held our weight.

The sun spun its final fiery wisp,
And buried itself deep in sand.

The fire gently licked the wood beneath us,
As we played with the ball of light in our hand.

One can always hear the soft purr of the leopard,
And the laughter of the hyena at the tears of the jackal,
If one only listened hard enough,
Like we did.

Finally the unaknowledged kings would appear,
And capture our eyes with their own twinkles.

We always lay awhile,
Holding hands and pointing with our leftover fingers,
At constellations that could only be seen in the deepest hour.

We would doze carelessly,
Leaving to Nature the breadth of our fall.

But instead of slipping away quietly,
Leaving only our little ball tied to the bark,
A dark hole swallowed us.

Mankind had taken it all.
Feb 2018 · 164
Thread
Beatrice Prior Feb 2018
A thin lining
Of a cloud, of dreams, of hopes.

Some are woven like buttons
And dinners and diamonds,
Others,
Like quilts
Of bursting candies and flowers.

A patchwork tapestry of wonderful colours and patterns,
A mix of darks and brights,
Sown of various styles,
Not to mention of different size

If and when the button rips,
And when or if the quilt tears,
We pardon not the makers of dreams,
But forget the hopes that was promised then.

Isn’t it strange?

The threads are woven in different ways,
And yet.
We fail to realize how loosely the threads are hanging.
Feb 2018 · 172
Mysterious Knight
Beatrice Prior Feb 2018
Your darkness shimmers with a million lights,
Millenia it will take to sought those glitters.
And yet you,
proving patience a virtue yet,
silently watch as dreams float in your wake.

I called upon your mysterious presence,
Wandering alone in your thoughtful gaze.
You sought me and brought her here,
And for that,
I thank you.

I will rest beneath your shelter,
And hope to see your eyes.
But another love will bade my time,
And tide shall make your twinkles disappear.

I would ask you to tarry a while,
And yet I know you must be on your way.
For when the other light arrives,
Everyone sings his praise.

And so you'll leave me be,
Holding your gift in my arms,
With a silent prayer,
Of your stay.

For tomorrow, dear knight,
I know you'll find me again.
And sing a song of dreams.

Until then, let me sleep,
Holding your present in your wake.
Miscellaneous.
Feb 2018 · 126
Her.
Beatrice Prior Feb 2018
Her hair was drawn from a raven's feathers,
And her skin was painted with caramel.

The honey in her voice, I shall never forget,
Nor that echoing sound of laughter.

Her eyes,
Though the colour of dust,
Held a galaxy within them.

Her hair is a raven's new egg,
And her skin is worn paint.

The pure air in her voice, I shall always remember,
And her quiet sounding smile.

Her eyes,
Though the colour of cracked earth,
Still hold a galaxy within them.
Stay Fighting.
Jun 2017 · 208
Elements
Beatrice Prior Jun 2017
The gunshot lighted the air to create a blazing yellow sun,
The light of which shimmered and cast a care eye to the sins done,
The earth trembled and shouted with rage,
The last arrow was shot and She fell with a smile,
The fluid of her blood washed away His sins.
May 2017 · 482
Iktsuarpok
Beatrice Prior May 2017
I was so happy.
My face was crinkled with wrinkles,
Not from age, but from laughter.

When his hands were in mine and our foreheads were touching,
I could see nothing else,
But rainbows, butterflies and pretty colours,
All reflected in the shine of his kind, brown eyes.

But then he crashed,
And his body burned in the fuming petrol of his car,
And he was stolen from me.

When I heard the news, I told them they were lying.
I could still see him and smell him,
And hear the soft hum of his baritone voice,
And feel the tenderness of his skin.

My mind knew that he was dead,
But my heart refused.

I completely lost myself,
I was fighting a losing battle.
But somehow, somewhere, a door unhinged,
And the tears broke free.

And so,
I am happy.
Yet my face is crinkled with wrinkles,
Of age.

But I am not sad,
For my love lives on,
As he dances away in my heart,
And stays forever in my fading memories.
Apr 2017 · 318
My Own Downfall
Beatrice Prior Apr 2017
I wanted to save everyone,
but I couldn't.

I walked into that room,
Knowing that I was going to die,
And still I walked on,
I thought I could fly,

The serum seeped into my veins,
But I still remained strong,
I lived for my people,
And so I'll live long,

My loved ones are fighting,
That battle that never ends,
The one with all the tyrannts,
But with goodness in the end,

I wanted to bring lightness closer,
And I stepped closer to the switch,
Until the bell started ringing,
Was it in my head?

I still walked on,
Bleeding from my shoulder,
That man who shot me,
He was not a boulder,

I walked forward,
Tall and strong,
Until another shot rang out,
But I had reached the wall,

I saw my mother now,
I could see the dead,
I had done well,
That was all she said,

And so I lifted myself,
And I was fully whole,
The man who shot me,
He was as dead as a bone,

And so I floated on,
Into a realm of fresh grass and butterflies,
I was in a happy place now,
Goodness had arrived.
Beatrice's final moments of death. She was a true soldier. Live on.
Nov 2015 · 1.4k
Drought
Beatrice Prior Nov 2015
Barren,
Open,
Plain,

No water,
No life,
No rain,

A cracked ground,
A dry river,
An old borehole,

Is this my life?
What's wrong with me?
This drought by itself,
Shall **** us all.
Apr 2015 · 679
My Touch Will Kill
Beatrice Prior Apr 2015
I live in a box,
In a street I don't know,
I've never seen the sun,
Nor the rain,
And I've certainly never played in snow,

I was told by mother,
That I should never touch,
For I will break everyone,
With hands like mine so rough,

So I was always gloved and jacketed,
With socks until my knees,
But little did I know,
That my cause was not an ease,

Two men came at gunpoint,
And took my mother away,
I stayed alone in that box,
For weeks, not days,

Then sped far off from there,
Without my gloved and jacket and socks,
And touched someone I didn't know,
And killed them with my touch,

My heart raced as I realized,
What was the truth that I didn't know,
The fact that I was a succubus.

I didn't live with anyone,
For if I touched for more than 5 seconds,
He was dead,
So I left from there as well,
Until I met him at the end,

"My touch will ****" I said,
And yet he held my hand,
For more than 5 seconds I let it there,
And the man was still standing,

I looked up in surprise,
And said "Incubus",
Then he looked at me and said,
"We were meant for each other",

I had finally found another,
One male just like me,
We couldn't hurt each other,
So lived well,
Well and finally free.
Apr 2015 · 712
Brave
Beatrice Prior Apr 2015
I'm that skinny girl at the front,
The one with the glasses and braces,
I'm the one with the pimpled skin,
The one who's colour is like a wooden chair,

I live in the shadows,
I get lost in the stories,
I'm never noticed,
Till my calling comes...

The one who has never seen,
The one who sits beside,
The one with the perfect body,
And the perfect skin,
The one who has no flaw,

Well I may be dark and weird,
I may have some flaws,
But see the other in battle,
She'll fall down like a paw,

For I shall stay and win,
The one who was never noticed,
One day will come where everyone shall know my name,
Not by fear, but on purpose,

I shall live like a lotus on water,
Floating gently along the waves,
But when my calling comes,
I shall be the bravest of the brave.
Mar 2015 · 965
Lost Yet Found
Beatrice Prior Mar 2015
Grey Sky,
Grey Walls,
Big Hole,
Creepers and Grievers.

Bloodbath,
Death,
Telepathy,
A code.

Friend,
Enemy,
WICKED,
Love.

Maze,
Pain,
Lost Yet Found.
Inspired by the Maze Runner. Incredible Book, a Must Read.
Jan 2015 · 1.7k
Grace
Beatrice Prior Jan 2015
Bless me with your grace,
Beloved,
Give me intentions,
Give me promises,
Give me vows,

Support the signs of my prayer,
Give shelter to my heart,
Give me new excuses,
Give me rains of dreams,
A measure of seasons,

Bless me with your grace,
Do your gracious deeds,
Sometimes take a look here too,

Are you listening?
I am crying,
Are you listening to me?
Why am I crying?

Destinations are angry,
Because paths have been lost,
Come and take me away,
That's all I wish for,

This is my path to freedom,
You belong to me. Yes,
Bless me with your grace,
Do your gracious deeds,
Sometimes take a look here too,

Are you listening?
I am crying,
Are you listening to me?
Why am I crying?

Even time has stopped,
How and why has this happened?
Wish you come this way,
Just like some blessing,

You are solace to mu soul,
You are my prayer,
Bless me with your grace,
Do your gracious deeds,
Sometimes take a look here too,

Are you listening?
I am crying,
Are you listening to me?
Why am I crying?

Are you listening?
I am crying,
Are you listening to me?
Why am I crying?

Beloved...
Dec 2014 · 8.6k
Beloved
Beatrice Prior Dec 2014
Now I can't live without you,
Without you, what is my worth?
I can't live without you,
Without you, what is my purpose?

Maybe if I get separated from you,
Then I'll get separated from this world,

Because you are the one,
Now you are the only one,
You are my world and my existence,

My peace, and my pain,
You alone are my love,

What kind of relationship exists between you and me?
Not for a moment can I stay without you,
I live everyday only for you,
I dedicate all my time to you,

I don't wish to live a moment without you,
On every breath is your name,
Because you are the one,
Now you are the only one,
You are my world and my life,

My peace, and my pain,
You alone are my love,

I live only for you,
I devote myself completely to you,
Your loyalty kept me on the right path,
I let go of all the sadness in my heart,

With you my destiny fell together,
After you were mine,
I was no longer incomplete,

Because you are the one,
Now you are the only one,
You are my world and my life,

My peace, and my pain,
You alone are my love...
To Tobias
Dec 2014 · 7.2k
I'll make a man out of you
Beatrice Prior Dec 2014
Let's get down to business,
To defeat the bad ones,
Did they send me daughters?
When I asked for sons...

You're the saddest bunch I ever met,
But you can bet before we're through,
Miss, I'll make a man, out of you...

Tranquil as a forest,
But on fire within,
Once you find your centre,
You're sure to win,

You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot,
And you haven't got a clue,
Somehow I'll make a man, out of you,

I'm never gonna catch my breath,
Say good-bye to those who knew me,
Boy, I was a fool in school for cutting gym,
This guy's got me scared to death,
I hope he doesn't see right through me,
Now I wish I really knew how to swim!


To be a man,
You must be as swift as the coursing river,
To be a man,
Need all the forces like a great typhoon,

To be a man,
Need all the strength of the raging fire,
Be mysterious as the dark side of the moon!

Time is racing towards us,
As the bad ones arrive,
Heed my every order,
And you might survive,

You're unsuited for the rage of war,
So pack up, go home, you're through,
How could I make a man, out of you?

To be a man,
You must be as swift as the coursing river,
To be a man,
Need all the forces like a great typhoon,

To be a man,
Need all the strength of the raging fire,
Be mysterious as the dark side of the moon!
From Tobias to Tris before her first wrestling match against Peter,
as well as before the big battle against the Erudite.
Inspired By Mulan.
Dec 2014 · 471
Springtime?!
Beatrice Prior Dec 2014
It is said to be the celebration of spring,
But love is confused,
The flowers in the garden have lost their scent,
There is a hidden sorrow in the air,

There is silence everywhere as time drifts into a slumber,
And lost words remain in the heart,
I wonder how one does describe this pain,
I do I know if he is mine?

There is a distance between us,
Even though we are on this journey together,
Just like two ends of the river will never meet,

I can't take this pain of being close but far from you,
Feels like there is a glass wall between us,
There is silence everywhere as time drifts into a slumber,
And lost words remain in the heart,

It is said to be the celebration of spring,
But love is confused,
The flowers in the garden have lost their scent,
There is a hidden sorrow in the air,

The tune that I thought I would hear,
Was chosen by my heart,
But what is this tune that fate has chosen for me instead?

If I'm in grief he is not happy either,
Feels like loneliness overshadows us,
We meet but we do not unite,
Flowers bloom but don't blossom,
When I look around I see spring but it feels like autumn in
my heart,

It is said to be the celebration of spring,
But love is confused,
The flowers in the garden have lost their scent,
There is a hidden sorrow in the air,

There is silence everywhere as time drifts into a slumber,
And lost words remain in the heart,
I wonder how one does describe this pain,
I do I know if he is mine?
Dec 2014 · 2.4k
Togetherness
Beatrice Prior Dec 2014
In the intimacy of these moments,
There are some pure relationships,
The angels are reiterating the spiritual song of love,

There is a silence in the land,
The sky is amazed,
There is a radiance up to the skies,
There is a melody in the active and deep surroundings,

There is beauty in all your grace,
There is love in the air,

What kind of love is this?
What kind of dream is this?
What kind of flood of emotions have gushed in?

The days have changed,
The nights have changed,
Conversations have changed,
The mode of life has changed,

In the intimacy of these moments,
There are some pure relationships,
The angels are reiterating the spiritual song of love,

What has time done to us?
It has changed me flesh and skin,
I have found you,
And you have found me,

We have met like two harmonies,
Neither high or low,
In the flames of our passion,
We burn both our souls and bodies,

In the garden of my dreams,
You have brought a beautiful springtime,
The flowers have my colours,
But the fragrance is from you.
Dec 2014 · 699
Early Morning
Beatrice Prior Dec 2014
Early morning,
The first raindrop falls,
Something falls on my heart,
And as it falls, my life washes away...

Without understanding, I understood,
Without falling, I fell,
The one who gave me freedom was you,

Early morning,
The first raindrop falls,
Something falls on my heart,
And as it falls, my life washes away...

You are hiding something in your heart,
Open your heart and tell me,
Why do you have to have thorns?
You have the power to capture minds


My soul, my soul, even if you forgot it,
I would always lose it to you,
My love, my love, even if I forgot it,
I would always lose it again.

Day and night I'm restless,
I can't even open my eyes,
I live on yours.

Early morning,
The first raindrop falls,
Something falls on my heart,
And as it falls, my life washes away...

*You are hiding something in your heart,
Open your heart and tell me,
Why do you have to have thorns?
You have the power to capture minds
Given to me by someone special.
Italics are my thoughts.
Dec 2014 · 791
Colours Of The Wind
Beatrice Prior Dec 2014
You think I'm an ignorant savage,
And you've been so many places, I guess it must be so,
But I still cannot see,
If the savage one is me,
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know...

You think you own whatever land you land on,
That the Earth is just a dead thing you can claim,
But I know every rock and tree and creature,
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name,

You think the only people are the people,
Who all look and think like you,
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger,
You'll learn things you never knew,
You never knew...

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grins?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?...

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest,
Come taste the sun sweet berries of the Earth,
Come roll in all the riches around you,
And for once, never wonder what they're worth,

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers,
The heron and the otter are my friends,
And we are all connected to each other,
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends,

How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know,
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon,
No matter what colour skin...

We must sing with all the voices of the mountain,
We must paint with all the colours of the wind,
You can own the Earth and still...
And all you'll  own is the Earth until,
You can paint,
With all the colours,
Of the,
Wind.
Dedicated to my friends.
Inspired by Pocahontas.
Nov 2014 · 2.1k
Come Back
Beatrice Prior Nov 2014
I called and called,
Yet he still fought,
Threw me to the side and stepped on top,
Punched my nose, and made me bleed,
Come back, it's me was all i said.

I pointed the gun at him,
But I couldn't pull the trigger,
So I pointed it at my forehead and fell,
He knelled down and held it, steady.

There was nothing in his eyes,
Nothing but blankness,
I held his head in my hands,
Come Back, it's just me, I said.

It's just me, I repeated,
His hand on the trigger
**** me now, I said,
Then he looked away.

Look at me, I called,
And finally a soft Tris escaped his mouth,
I relaxed,
He was back,
He pulled away the gun from my head slowly,
Then he turned around and faced the enemy.
Tobias (Four) and Tris (Beatrice Prior)
Nov 2014 · 994
Death
Beatrice Prior Nov 2014
It looked me in the eye,
I stared back,
"Are you not afraid of me?" it said,
"No."

"In fact, I was waiting for you"
"Were you?"
"Rid me of this pain, this agony"
"Why?"
"I have no love. No heart. I am heartless. It is a curse. **** me"

Then the monster started crying.
And stole my breath away.
Nov 2014 · 724
Break-up
Beatrice Prior Nov 2014
I was really good friends with this guy,
I wanted to be more,
I really thought we could make it,

He sent me a love letter,
I accepted it gratefully,
He said it meant nothing to him,
I now mend the pieces of my broken heart.
Nov 2014 · 1.5k
Beatrice Prior
Beatrice Prior Nov 2014
Beatrice,
Dauntless,
Tris,
Selfless,
Smart,
Prior,

Fighter,
Savi­our,
Lover,

A girl with one dream.
To find the truth.
Candor.

A girl who gives homage to those who need it.
Amity.

Beatrice,
Tris,
Prior.

Abnegation,
Dauntless,
Erudit­e,
Amity,
Candor.
-Beatrice Prior's memories. Posted By Four (Tobias)
Nov 2014 · 1.2k
Truly Divergent (Spoilers!)
Beatrice Prior Nov 2014
One Choice,
Can change you,
Define you,
Decide you,

Three birds on a collar,
One for every person,
Whom she left behind,

A gun,
A knife,
A fear,
A height,

A boy,
A hand,
A kiss,
Goodnight,

A mom,
A dad,
A brother,

A normal life that's turned into a horror,
A simulation,
A secret,
One she can never tell or die,

A lover who is on the rampage,
Can't tell between a friend and a foe,
A brother who falls to her side,
A mother and father who die low,

A word,
A sound,
A train,
A belt,

The whole world is upside down,
Should I cry or should I tell?
My world is shattered,
I need to fix the pieces,
I am DIVERGENT and you can't change it.
I LOVE THIS SERIES!
From the book Divergent
Nov 2014 · 3.5k
Divergent
Beatrice Prior Nov 2014
If we were perfect there would be no love,
If we were perfect there would be no colour,
If we were perfect there would be no choice,
If we were perfect there would be fear,

If we were perfect there would be no emotions,
If we were perfect we would be controlled,
If we were perfect there would be no hope,
If we were perfect, we would all be fooled,

If we were perfect we would have no beauty,
If we were perfect we would have no flaws,
If we were perfect we would have no happiness,
If we were perfect we would have no memories,

So please understand
You don't have to live in fear,
You can't be fooled,
You can keep memories,

Because being imperfect is what makes you
divergent,
Being different makes you stand out,
not in a bad way, but in good.

So if you want perfection, then be different.
*BE DIVERGENT
A true story of truth.
Inspired by The Giver and Divergent
Nov 2014 · 1.8k
Grandfather Clock
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.
Nov 2014 · 1.3k
Carzy
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.
Nov 2014 · 1.4k
A Kiss
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.
Nov 2014 · 1.3k
Enough
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.
Nov 2014 · 1.9k
Choose
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.
Oct 2014 · 1.3k
Sorrow
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.
Oct 2014 · 1.6k
He
Beatrice Prior Oct 2014
He
Alone He stands,
Not far from where I lay,
A giant of sorts,
But comfort He may,

Very straightforward He is,
Tells you the truth; no lies,
But there He stands,
Far away from my hands,
A protector if you may,

But let me tell you the truth,
He is a tender, falling fruit,
And that's where my happiness lies.

— The End —