Natural Disaster

Natural Disaster

A Poem by Beatrice Mars

I was once told,

(By a somewhat smart man)

Eat what you want to eat,

Smell what you want to smell,

But look at what is in front of you

And don't just see what you want to.


I told him things will always get better,

(We were in a sticky situation.)


I was right. As always.


This alcohol filled bravado

Is something I've come to

Expect and enjoy,

No matter where it

Leads me.

(Things can always get better)

These pink cheeks are quite attractive,

Don't you think?


There is a party in my

Ears, just for me to


Because I hear what I want to.

(It's better than his bombs chitchat.)


The smart man looked

Into my self centred eyes,

He asked me if I was in complete control

And if I had exactly what I wanted.


I told him I had floods, famines

And forest fires at my

Finger tips.

I have all types of natural disasters

Under my control

I had exactly what I wanted


He forgave me for being

A little self centred

As he kissed me.


I told myself things can always

Get better as

His hands skimmed my sides.


Then suddenly he left me alone.


Months later he sent me a note.

He told me to see what I want to see

because things wont get better.

He told me I am my own disaster

And not at all natural.

© 2009 Beatrice Mars

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Very good, it held be captive :)

Posted 5 Years Ago

nice deep and touching

Posted 5 Years Ago

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Stunning, be it the analysis of the relationsip between two people or the way you handle the language. Simply stunning.

Posted 5 Years Ago

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This was a very good poem. It was captivating.

Posted 6 Years Ago

love love love.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on December 27, 2009
Last Updated on December 27, 2009
Tags: Forest, Fire, Famin, Flood, Natural, Disaster, Smart, Man, Self, Center, Woman


Beatrice Mars
Beatrice Mars

United Kingdom

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