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Rebel Heart Sep 2017
There are parts of you that are slipping away
Through my fingertips as if you were sand
Yet pieces of you lay buried deep within
Your name still written across my hand

In the treasure chest locked within my heart
In the empty corners of my brain
Your vignettes fade in and out

In the emptiness locked flowing through my art
In the lost joy of the rain
Your silence makes my heart shout


I'm hanging on to what's not mine anymore
And you're doing the same with me
Yet neither of us refuses to let go
So we're stuck in this loop endlessly

Tell me, darling
What is it we're fighting for?
Or are we simply afraid to be alone?
But I won't ever be alone again you see
Not with the memories of you forever haunting me.
A resurrected piece from 2015 for all those who've loved and lost love ... thank you so much for all your support
Rebel Heart Sep 2017
It's such a shame
You had to grow up
Faster than the others
Becoming a wise old soul
When you should've been
A kid learning ABC's on the playground
Being tucked in by your parents at night

You should've been
Enjoying fairy tales
And daydreams
Not learning
How to survive
In the nightmares
That became your *reality
Dedicated to those of us who didn't have a childhood... an old excerpt from a poem but I think its still relevant...
Everyone deserves a childhood, no matter how old you are
Rebel Heart Sep 2017
I may seem dangerous
Strong and brave
But I assure you
I break just as easily
As the rest of us
...

And I'll let you in on a secret

I'm already shattered

Far beyond repair
...
I have been this whole time.
Rebel Heart Sep 2017
A beautiful Rose
In a field of dandelions
Not alone
Yet lonely
Forever cursed
To never belong

Slowly fading away...

It was he who'd been too busy
Picking at her petals
To realize she was beautiful
Just the way she was

It was she
Who learned to grow thorns
To keep him away

...

For it was she
Who realized
He was the darkness
That wouldn't hesitate
To crush her
Just to mold her
To his liking

...

She was a beautiful Rose
In a field of dandelions
Not alone
And still a bit lonely
Slightly cursed
To never belong
But content
To forever belong
With herself

*And that's all that mattered...
"As long as you find home within yourself, you'll never need to go searching for it ever again"....
An excerpt from a long winded rose metaphor stuck in the pages of 2014.. a bit of a more optimistic poem to contrast the usual depressing ones
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
Your favorite  c o l o r  was blue
Just like the  s h a p e  of your sins
Like the drop of  o c e a n  in your eyes
The color of your  p a i n t  on my skin
But you  l e f t  me like the others
Now I only  f e e l  blue *within
Blue was my favorite too, even if I only loved it for you... Now I'm left in a world of grey, the only color left is the feelings I once knew... this feeling I hate, this feeling of you, these feelings I hate, these feelings of blue.
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
Spare me your lies
They still sting
Dipped in sweet caramel
Because Darling,
There's no way to sugar-coat
The way you stole my heart
And crushed what was left of it
Right in front of my eyes
That moment
When it all
Came crashing down
That moment
When your sweet lips
Tasted hers.
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
I once almost drowned in my own tears
Of sorrow and of guilt
For my hands were stained
From the blood of the innocent girl
Whose life I just took...

Her eyes held the wonder
Of the galaxies she wanted to explore
Her hands held the promise
Of a beautiful world she cared for...

Yet with my bare hands
I strangled her worthless
And threw her into the icy river
That flowed with the lost dreams
Of those who were thrown in before her...

The rainbows turned to dust
The flowers to wilted pain
The love turned to empty alleys
An innocent girl gone insane

I turned her into a void,
A rag doll with no control...
I turned her into me
For it was I who took my own soul...
Sorry the old me can't come to the phone right now... why? Oh, because I killed her
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