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613 · Mar 2018
Fallen Kingdom
Rebel Heart Mar 2018
I let you in my little world
Only for you to shatter it
And scrap it for parts
To make your own

Thank you for teaching me
To build the walls around my castle
A little higher next time
Thank you for teaching me
To never let strangers in

You left my kingdom in ruins
And yet somehow I was still there
To congratulate you on yours
.
(Something else from the lyric wall dating back almost 8 years ago ~BM)

(Front Page 3/6/2018)
603 · Jul 2017
Together Free
Rebel Heart Jul 2017
I never thought we would end up like this..
Tangled in each other under the sheets
As the morning rays peek out
And spill through our window

I never thought I'd feel so cold without you
So empty

When did I start missing you?
When did the thoughts of you start invading my head?
When did you carve your name into my heart?
When did 'I hate you' turn into.. well, this?

I built my walls so high
I was sure you'd turn and leave
When did you even tear them down?
Love was a fantasy I never believed.

Sitting on our roofs
With the universe in the palm of our hands
Rolling down the windows
And belting out song lyrics to our favorite bands

And even sitting here I'm thinking of you
With a smile plastered on my face.
I never wanted to date again
Let alone be "that couple"...

But I guess that's what we are
This is what we're meant to be
We're cliche
     We're timeless
          And when we're together
                       *We're free
This was buried deep within a pile of poems. It was so beautiful I found myself smiling myself. RH, as I know her, is a helpless romantic under all that negativity and her hate for all things "cliche", and to see that side of her come out in a poem was heartwarming. I hope you all a wonderful day ~BM
Rebel Heart May 2017
And worst of all..
It was not these
empty screams
nor the shards of
broken lyrics I belted out...

It was the sole simple fact..
that I bled for you
I opened up to you
I believed you
And only you
inside and out...

I believed you...
when you whispered to me
Those sugar coated lies
Lying under the screaming stars

I believed you...
when you cuddled close to me
and told me it'd be alright
That I'll learn to love these scars.

And I believed you again and again
Over and over
Our story that never ends...
that I was not broken,
just simply bent
that I was not shattered,
just had a dent
that I was not pathetic,
just completely spent
that I was not crazy,
just...

well what does it matter now?

My tears inked this paper
but the thoughts of you
turned it into a long vent.

My intricately crafted emotions
now turned into a disaster
not worth a cent.

And no matter what I say
My future is already clear,
written in cement.

And I still love you..
I always will
Though I shouldn't
I relent...
(The poem sounds better if read aloud with emotion... its meant to be a rant)...
I actually wrote it for my friend who recently went through a breakup (Not that its an important detail), but if anyone knows me they know I'm better at expressing other's emotions better than I am at expressing my own... so this one's dedicated to anyone and everyone who can feel these empty lines of ranting poetry in their hearts.
Rebel Heart May 2018
...
But the second I chose
To embrace who I was
I plunged into a darkness
So thick
I lost my own reflection
...
and When I finally emerged
I saw a once-broken girl
Turn into the very demons
That tormented her
...
And she then turned
Into the very monsters
That made her suffer
In the land of supposed dreams
...
And that little girl
Was wiped from existence
Just. Like. That.
Never to be found
Ever again
(Front Page 5/5/2018)
594 · Jan 2018
Running Away from Home
Rebel Heart Jan 2018
There aren't enough words in the world
Nor enough time
To tell you all my regrets as I tell you goodbye
...
There aren't enough emotions in the world
Nor enough tears
To tell you all my heart feels as I smile and walk away
...
Because how can you leave someone
Who was the only place that felt like home?
...
Yet that's exactly what I did
...
Because houses always stand longer
When there's no poison to ruin it
...
There's no place like home... until you realize you're doing nothing but repainting over scars that'll never go away and chasing after dreams that were nothing but mistakes. You were my only home yet you were my greatest mistake...

(This was written about 6 years ago and yet the original, longer version of this work brought me to actual tears. Enjoy this snippet and happy writing! ~BM)
593 · Aug 2017
Painting Between The Lines
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
"Nothing's wrong"

Nothing except I'm a burden

"It's whatever"

It's driving me insane

"The new bracelets? I just like them"

They hide my paintings

"It's nothing"

It's everything and it's killing me

"It's just a scratch, forget it"

My paintbrush is a bit sharp

"It's barely bleeding"

Red's my favorite color

"I'm just a little tired"

I just want to go home and paint again

"Nothing a little sleep can't fix"

I always said I'd sleep when I'm dead anyway

"I love all of you guys"

I'm sorry...

"I'll be fine"

Once I finally finish my masterpiece

"See you tomorrow"*

But tomorrow won't ever come...
Not for me anyway
So soon the jagged strokes of her paintbrush overwhelmed the canvas on her wrist....
(Front Page 8/26/17)
575 · Nov 2016
The Meaning Of Love
Rebel Heart Nov 2016
A little girl asked me today,
With her eyes full of hope,
and her face like a dove.

She asked, "Please, I need to ask...
What is the meaning of Love?"

I told her to ask me anything else,
anything but that.

I looked her in the eyes, so innocent and kind.
I could not tell her if I wanted to
She was still yet too young,
with yet too much to go through

Love's for dreamers,
for it really doesn't exist
but in fairy tales and storybooks
and these stupid fat myths.

The true meaning of love?
If you listen I'll say,
But for you romantics out there,
I beg you not to stay.

Love is nothing but an illusion
It messes with your heart
and messes up your brain.
It's nothing but sleepless nights
and causes nothing but endless pain.

It's an ever-growing fire
that's meant to be admired
and cause odd desires
in empty souls just trying to belong
in this empty world of liars.

It consumes you
and spits you out,
till nothing's truly left,
but the ashes of a broken soul
and promises never meant to be kept.
566 · Mar 2018
How Dare You
Rebel Heart Mar 2018
How dare you leave me so broken
How dare you leave me so alone
How dare you call me your best friend
Just to leave me on my own?
(Lyric Wall quotes and the vibe I'm really feeling right now because I thought I was over a lot of things in my life and then I'm still sitting here missing you ~BM)

(Front Page 3/8/2018)
561 · Nov 2017
Derrek
Rebel Heart Nov 2017
Lost child of a lost childhood
Built up by broken frames
Bloodied knuckles and his bully's bruises
Turned his whole life into a mere game

He turns up the flirty attitude
To mask the anger within
His mom ran off with another suitor
While he's left cleaning after her sins

But tonight he wears her sins as a tie
To match the heavy demons weighing him down
He makes his way across the floor
Picking up a drink to change his frown

All the giggly desperates crowd him instantly
He proceeds to exchanges a smirk or two
Yet across the room he sees a flash of grey
And finds his next prey to woo
An excerpt of the poetry collection by RH called "The Mysterious Gown of Grey"... it tells a beautifully captivating tale I can't help but imagine being set during the Victorian era in London. This excerpt was bits and pieces of the second poem of the collection titled 'The First Masked Suitor" and follows the story of Derek, my second favorite 'character' in the whole collection...I hope she plans to publish the full poem in the future for it'd be a shame to keep the wonderful words and epic story locked in a word document forever. I recently realized I didn't read the last couple poems and so I've been rereading the collection ever since. It's crazy to think how young RH was when she wrote this collection and yet adult me still enjoys it... Until then happy writing! ~BM
561 · Sep 2017
I Still Think Of You
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
541 · Jul 2017
Story of Our Scars
Rebel Heart Jul 2017
We've been scorched and trialed
Scarred beyond recognition
Bruised beyond repair
But we've shed our skin to become
Masters of our own disguises...

Scars line our bodies
Intertwining like a mysterious vine
Lacing together in jagged harmony
Intricate like a hidden beauty within itself..

Some were received from battle
More received from the battle within
From the depths of the darkness
Haunting the forgotten graves
Lost in the whispering wind..

Our skin's a masterpiece
Covered in red, black, and blue
But is it the color of glory
Or of shame
Of fear
Of the silent shadows still living within us...

Are we truly soldiers
Or simply ones without a cause
Lost in the sounds of chaos
For eternity to endure...

Our scars tell our stories
But are they the ones being heard
Or are our silent screams
Lost in the unforgiving wind
In the depths of time itself?

Then truly,
   Do these scars,
       Our story
         Mean anything
              At all ....
At first I didn't understand this poem. Then I realized in the notes RH had written "I don't want to live forgotten". This was written, apparently, back in 2014. Anyway, I realized the soldiers represented everyone in the world who was fighting endlessly just to help leave their marks on this world and had been left forgotten by those who came after them. As a poet/writer we'll forever leave our marks on the world. We may even end up forgotten but our words will find a way to live on, our memory along with them. And someone like Rebel Heart should know its near impossible to forget someone as amazing as herself.... ~BM
537 · Mar 2018
Innocent Scars
Rebel Heart Mar 2018
I am of broken bones
And shattered homes
Do Not take pity on me

Because behind these walls
And an innocent smile
Lies years of scars haunting me
(Something else from the lyric wall and I'm feeling a sick today so sorry if all the poems I share of RH's are depressing ~BM)

(Front Page 3/5/2018)
537 · May 2014
Falling
Rebel Heart May 2014
I can't sleep,
I'm waiting to find what I seek,
Till then my heart is growing weak,
Till then my brain is growing bleak.

I can't eat,
I'm still waiting to find what I desire,
Till then my heart is a forest fire,
Till then my brain is a flat tire.

I can't think,
I'm still waiting to find what I need,
Till then my heart will bleed,
Till then my brain will plead.

Where are you?
I need to find you!

I can't live another day,
I've already waited.
I can't live another minute,
I've already awaited.
I can't live another second,
My heart and brain have been deflated.

I'm slowly falling,
Falling,
Yet I'm still calling,
Calling,
Why won't you stop stalling?

I've fallen too far to come back,
You've gone too far to run back.
I need you here with me now,
But you've already gone now.
When you called for me,
I told you to forget me.
But look! Now I'm falling for you,
I hope it's not too late, because I think I love you.
Wrote this a couple years ago for  play I was working on where the main character was a amateur poet :)
533 · Aug 2017
Vulnerable Warrior
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
For though my heart was forged with fire
It had become harder than ice
Yet your flame was so strong
And so stubborn at that
It melted every part of me
Over and over again...
The warrior I pretended to be
Melted in a pool of your love
As vulnerable as I became
to give you my heart
I beg you please
don't shatter it again
An excerpt from a long and beautiful poem.. it was truly heartbreaking and beautiful and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did ~BM
530 · Oct 2017
The Empty Room
Rebel Heart Oct 2017
One wall is full of magnificent posters
Of a little girl's future dreams.
The other painted over with vibrant art.
One wall is a diary oozing with words
Of every unwritten song and unsaid thought
The other a painted map of all the adventures
That await her if she follows her heart.
...
Yet these posters cover up gaping holes
The paint covers up the scars
The words cover up the pain
The map her deep flaws
...
The room was never meant to be seen
By anyone else but the girl
Who lived in fear of the demons
Before realizing she
Was the only monster
Living under her own bed.
...
And no matter what she did
To cover up her empty walls,
The suffering
  Would forever
    Be locked
     Within them
...
Her room forever emptier
Than her heart
.
Excerpts from a long published poem by the same name...
524 · Aug 2017
I'm A Murderer...
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
520 · Aug 2017
Amnesia
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
I don't remember
Your voice
As it mixed together with mine
Singing our favorite bands
Dancing on tables in time

I don't remember
The crazy times we had
Like jumping off cliffs
Then ending the day
At 2 in the morning
Driving with the windows down
Like the music video of
An old country love song

I don't remember
The feeling of
My head resting on your chest
When you pulled me so close
That we shared the same breath

I don't remember
Your scent
When we tangled ourselves
Between the sheets
Creating our own
Music to match
The bass of our heartbeats

I don't remember
The mold of your skin
Against mine
Or the
Exact color of your eyes
The exact shape of your lips
As you finally made me yours
Mapping out my skin
With your kiss

I don't remember any of it
My darling,
I barely remember you
But if you keep loving me
I promise I'll try to

Though
I'm not the same girl
I'm warning you
The girl you once loved
The one that you knew

I don't remember much
But I remember how
I want to be
Your forever
Again
For Forever
and Always


I just want to be with you
...
I don't remember much but I remember I still want you...
520 · Aug 2017
Hellish Love
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
They were wrong about hell
Turns out it really exists
But it's not where I crawled out from
It's the space between our lips
Another gem from the lyric wall... ~BM
513 · Oct 2017
How To Love You
Rebel Heart Oct 2017
I don't know how to love
Like the ocean loves its waves
Or the way the sun dips below the horizon
Painting their love across the canvas of clouds
For all the world to stop and admire.

I can only love
In the way only secrets are loved
In between the shadows and the whispers
Of things meant to be kept between the lines.

My love for you would manifest
In brilliant art
But it would be forever locked away
In a deep chest only our eyes could see

My love for you would sing out
In the chords of harmony
Never meant to reach anyone's ears
But our own

My love for you would be
Loyal
   And
      Wondrous

Hidden from the world
Because my whole world would be you
Everything I would do would be for you
....
But you would never want that kind of love
...
You'd rather live for the likes
And the cute couple-y comments
You'd live for the documenting every second
Of every moment of our relationship

You'd rather have a social trophy-love
Than the grandest,
Most truest form of love
You'll never get to see

So I guess that's why
I'd never get to love you...
   *Because I wouldn't know how to...
Parts of something dug up from years ago when somebody asked me why I didn't want to date them, if it was because I didn't know how to love others, and why I wouldn't want to date anyone during high school. It's a little cheesy, and a little cringy, but the feelings were spot on.
511 · Dec 2016
Let You Go...
Rebel Heart Dec 2016
Who knew it was possible
to feel so many things at once
as I looked at you smiling
After so many months

I'm glad you found a way
to wipe those tears from your face
I wanted to make you smile
but that's not the case.

I miss you
but you're happy now
Forgive me for breaking
your heart in two.
But we weren't meant to be
That, at least, is true.

We should've lasted forever
Who knew forever was so short.
And you may blame me for the end of us
But let me tell you
You're still my everything
However much I wish that wasn't true.
And after all those memories we made.
It's hard to forget you.

But though I wish to
hold on
to you.
I just had to let you go...
503 · May 2014
Roses are Red...
Rebel Heart May 2014
Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
Some poems rhyme,
But this one doesn't!
Not everything in life is perfect-you gotta learn to deal with it.
503 · Jul 2017
Forever Or Not
Rebel Heart Jul 2017
Your eyes glare at me relentlessly
Why won't you look away
Burning a hole in the back of my head
Look away
But when I turn around I realize I'm frozen in place
Is there something you want to say?
Your pink lips remain sealed
What is it that you won't say?

Oh how I want to walk towards you..
But it seems you've made up your mind...

And with one last stare
No, Stay
You turn around
Please stay
And disappear
Stay
Forever
*Or not...
Another unedited poem but this one I know was written as part of an excerpt to one of RH's unpublished books I had the pleasure of reading. This scene in particular brought tears to my eyes so I thought I would share the poem version of it. Its years old but still a beautiful write. ~BM
Rebel Heart Feb 2018
I have this notion
That humans aren't meant to get close
To other humans
That people aren't meant to love
Other people
That hearts aren't made to bond
With other hearts

We are but floating bodies
Looking for life's purpose
Believing in this ridiculous notion
That love is real

For love is nothing but empty promises
And broken hearts full of sorrow
Love leaves nothing but bruises
And tears hoping for a better tomorrow

So don't apologize for leaving
Apologize you promised to stay
Alas I should've known better
People always leave anyway

And you tell me I'm cynical
You tell me I'm broken
You tell me I'm crazy
You tell me....
But that doesn't matter does it

It doesn't matter what you do
It doesn't matter what you say
Because in the end I'm right
In the end you'd never stay
...
(The beginning of a long, heartbreaking old letter RH wrote to an old friend. Ironic because the way she poured her heart out in this is the exact way I feel towards her right now and a passive-aggressive part of me hopes she'll see this...Enjoy ~BM)

(Front Page 2/10/2018)
500 · Aug 2017
Seeing You Again
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
I'm choking
Drowning
Sinking in my own tears
That sting and fall
Down my face...
You may act like a stranger
Or worse, a friend
But my heart still remembers
All the love
All the pain

Your scent still lingers on me
Your touch a phantom on my skin
But my body stays stuck
Frozen in time
As I sense you near me once more

I thought I'd seen you for the last time
So I locked the bittersweet memories
Into a chest and buried it
Into the folds of time...
But one sight of you
And it all crashed open
You destroyed me before
But seeing you again
Shattered me.
The hardest thing is seeing someone you never wanted to see again and pretending it's all okay while breaking apart inside out
499 · Mar 2018
Finding Truths Pt.01
Rebel Heart Mar 2018
What if I told you
I'd leave the universe behind
Just to seek out
The little bits of the truth
That float in the nothingness
Surrounding it?
(The first poem to the short poetry collection named "Finding Truths". Unfortunately another project of RH's that remained unfinished I just began to read through this and it matches my mood right because it seems everyone in my life lately is incapable of telling the truth and I wish I could just rewrite my own story I guess. Happy Writing ~BM)
496 · Sep 2017
A Miracle and Not
Rebel Heart Sep 2017
She was shattered
Beyond repair

Nothing but a used
Porcelain doll
Tossed into the flame
Cursed
To never be loved

Never again
...
A miracle it was
When he finally came
Who'd seen her beauty

He'd seen the light in her dark
The smile beyond the pain
He'd seen her soul beyond her eyes
The strength beyond the tears

"You're one of a kind"
"There's none other like you"

So He picked her
And he loved her
Truely
Wonderfully
With all the love he could give
...
But then came the truth,
The whole truth
Not the half
That he'd been telling
"I can help you"
"I can change you"
"Let me fix you"

And her happiness came to a crashing end...
...

Because even though
She was nothing more
Than a broken toy
Fragile to the touch,
Every shattered piece
Of her soul
And her heart
Was full of overwhelming
Beauty and Love
To which the world
Was blind to

They couldn't see
She was a miracle
Within herself

And neither could *he
She didn't need to change.. the world did.

If any of you ever feel alone or broken please know you're not alone. As cliche as it sounds all you need is to find that love within yourself and maybe a friend to hold your hand through it all and remind you to love yourself. That being said, don't hesitate to reach out and thank you so much for the support so far
492 · Dec 2017
Mise en Abyme
Rebel Heart Dec 2017
Lost in the illusion
Of this painting they called life,
A small girls sits shivering
In the corner of her bathroom floor
...
Inside of this masterpiece
The girl paints more of just that,
Her tears watercolors on the canvas
Of the tiles lining the bathroom floor
...
These tiles now cold and hard
Eating away like acid on her cool flesh,
The comfort of the childhood memories
All washed away from within the walls
That once gave her peace of mind.
Bubble baths turned to ****** ones
As she brings her art to life
...
The words thrown at her
Outside of the world in her bathroom
Now painted red in bold font
Inside a canvas unseen
By anyone but the bitter ghost
Left to rot in the corners of the stone walls
Under the bubbles of the water
That ate away at her crimson tainted flesh
...
The tears stop falling
While the water still runs
Over her treacherous heartbeat,
Down the curves of her spine
As she desperately attempts
To wash away her sins
Not knowing the paint was permanent
Forever etched into her skin
Burning demons into her own canvas
...
Years later,
After many hidden portraits..

Her fragile body aches
As she paints one more masterpiece
To tie the rest of her canvases together.
And with a final stroke of her brush
A tear slips down her face
Rejoicing in how long her art lived
In secrecy before she ran out of paint
...
  She finally paints her signature
  Onto the tiles of her bathroom floor
  Her legacy or a warning to those stuck like her
  The world won't ever come to know
  All they knew was her heart ran out
  Of words to say and canvases to paint
  As she took her last breath and spelled out

           **Mise en Abyme
Pieces of another dark poem found in the archives written officially on this date 7 years ago... and yet what inspired this or rather who still remains much of a mystery ~BM
491 · Aug 2017
A Writer's What If
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
What if
I write and I write
Until I have no words to say
(And since these lines are all I have)
I then wither of loneliness
And fade away....


What if*
Even worse off I'll be
If I shout everything
With my bleeding pencils
And those words simply bounce
Off the walls and echo
Never to be heard
But forever trapped
In the silent rooms
Inside my head
Torturing me
For infinity...
Is it worse to be able to write nothing or write everything in loneliness forever?
491 · Aug 2017
B l u e
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.
484 · Jul 2017
Whispering Desires
Rebel Heart Jul 2017
As the whispering waves crashed within themselves
Only one thing was certain..
That though nothing lasts forever
There truly is hope
And there truly is love
And tonight we have them both..
So stay with me darling.

Stay with me..
At least until the waves fold into the twinkling lights.
Until the whispering sun dips below the horizon
And it becomes dark enough out to hide our sins
In the midst of the night
Under the audience of the stars.
We can blanket our treacherous desires
Under the curtain of the moonlight.

Let's forget the world..
And I'll take a journey in the universe of your eyes
As you get lost in the pool of my own...

Let the whispering winds crash
As you unravel me tonight...
Bits and pieces of an excerpt from one of RH's hidden treasures (a book I hope she publishes). And being the lover of romance that I am I fell immediately in love with this particular chapter and, by extension, these particular words. My title-making skills aren't too good so I stole the title of her chapter for the title of this excerpt/poem.... stay wonderful as always, and let yourself romanticize a bit. Life's nothing without some cheesy love... . ~BM
481 · Aug 2014
Just because
Rebel Heart Aug 2014
Just because I slam one door,
Doesn't mean more won't open.

Just because I'm smiling now,
Doesn't mean I'm not shattering into a billion pieces inside.

Just because I cheer people up,
Doesn't mean I'm not feeling down.

Just because I run away,
Doesn't mean I've given up.

Just because I turn around and ignore you,
Doesn't mean I'll let it go...
And it definitely doesn't mean you've won.
Sometimes, some things or people in life just aren't worth your time.
475 · Jul 2014
Roses Are Red (3)
Rebel Heart Jul 2014
Roses are red,
So is fruit punch,
I don't know what else to say,
So ask Captain Crunch.
Not many things in life make sense.
473 · Feb 2018
Hope Destroys
Rebel Heart Feb 2018
...
That's when it hit me
The light bulb finally went off
They were wrong about hope
Hope doesn't build
It doesn't help
It doesn't create
Hope does nothing but destroy

And so I promised myself
To never ever sell hope
To anyone
For the false hope you gave me
Was the cruelest thing you did to me
Right after you left.
(Just finished reading a lengthy journal entry/ poem by RH from years ago and I'm in tears. I guess she takes promises a lot more serious than I thought LOL. I was considering sharing tidbits of the poem but for now this is the ending.. Enjoy ~BM)
471 · Feb 2018
My Biggest Regret to You
Rebel Heart Feb 2018
I don't carry the burden of emotions
That much you should know is true
So the teardrops must be Voss water
That drenched this letter meant for you

So like the million unsaid things
Hiding behind my tight lips
And the million unsent texts
Stopping on the edge of my fingertips
I promise I too will disappear

And
Out of the million unkept thoughts
You could never guess
And the million unfelt feelings
I could never express

And out of all the things
I'll always regret
My biggest regret
Will forever be
Never showing
How Much I Loved You.
(If I have to be honest, my heart and mind are drained from today... I might not upload for a couple days as I try to get my mood right but enjoy this throwback part of a letter from elementary-version of RH. Happy Writing~BM)

(Front Page 2/18/2018)
469 · Feb 2018
The Feeling Of Drowning
Rebel Heart Feb 2018
Forever it returns
The gripping feeling of
Tides reeling you in
Waves fading you out
The thundering of your heart
The rumbling of your thoughts
Forever stuck on
What could've been
What should've been
What would've been
Only to be disillusioned
By the gasps of reality
And the cracks of truth
Before being pulled under
Just to be washed away
Finally Unburdened.
(Another piece of another masterpiece and a tribute to those still haunting the waters... Enjoy ~BM)

(Front Page 2/2/2018)
468 · Aug 2017
Presumptions About Death
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
They're wrong about death
We shouldn't be afraid of it
Nor cry over it..
Especially when
Life is what gives us pain

...

*Death gives us an escape
467 · Aug 2017
Her You Broke
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
Hair of deep obsidian
Eyes of crystal ice
Heart a ****** river
A beauty with a price

For her mind was a chaotic jungle
A stony ruthlessness replaced her nice
Albeit only to protect the shards left
When a swamp replaced her paradise
You're the reason she turned from an innocent maiden into a foul Medusa... she was already broken, you didn't need to shatter her...
452 · Aug 2017
Cursed Clockwork
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
It's 1 A.M.
And I just finished my midnight meal
After my thoughts almost suffocated me
And my demons almost claimed me
I think I can finally go to bed
...
It's 2 A.M.
And here I am again
Lost in the sound of your voice
And the image of your face
Floating inside my head
...
It's 3 A.M.
And I'm trying a bit too hard
to drown out your memories
with my endless tears
Creating a river my eyes bled
...
It's 4 A.M.
And I guess I was a fool to think
I'd get any sleep tonight
Maybe this is it
It's time to go
To finally shut off
All the chaos in my head
...
It's 5 A.M.
And I'm still alive
Somehow
Yet
Forever cursed
To relive the day
Over and Over
And over
Again
Another hidden gem found in the depths of 2013 that I found worthy of resurrecting... ~BM
452 · Sep 2017
Silence
Rebel Heart Sep 2017
Sometimes,
There's more said
In the
silence
Than in
These broken
*words
I say too much in the silence
Because no matter how hard I try there never will be enough words in the world to describe anything...
446 · Aug 2017
A Writer's Biggest Fear
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
My biggest fear
Is someday
Running out of
Words to say
Is there a word for fear of running out of words?
442 · Aug 2017
That One Night
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
You grabbed me so tight
As if you grabbed my soul
And suddenly I was alive
Dancing under your electric touch
Our hearts thumping to the bass
Of the rhythm of our bodies
Colliding and crashing
Intertwining
Under the light of the stars
Lost in the breathlessness
And your intoxicating scent
We came together as one
Just to fall apart
Over and over
And over again
436 · Aug 2017
Inked.
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
She has tattoos covering her body
Blanketing miles of skin
Tattoos hidden from the world
Endless swirls of words within
Words anyone ever threw at her
A porcelain doll forever embedded with a cry
A cry for help that will never come
For the tattoos are hidden to the naked eye

No one else can see the stamps of hatred
Inked permanently beneath her skin
She just wants to run and hide them away
Bury them along with her demons of sin

Yet behind the blank stares they still whisper
Ambushing her with more tattoos

Fat
  Loner
      ******
          Ugly
            Worthless
She begs for it to stop before she goes insane
  Clingy
      ******
         ****
            Useless
Yet the words never stop inking her frame
   *****
      Failure
         Burden
           Disappointment
          

So to release some ink
She paints on her skin
With a paintbrush that stains red

Down her wrists
She writes some more
If only you could take back what you *said
They say the pen is mightier than the sword, guess words can **** them both
430 · Oct 2017
My Own Shadow
Rebel Heart Oct 2017
I've become nothing more than a shadow
Living in my own darkness
For I am not who I used to be
I am not as great as I once was.

I peaked some years ago
Suddenly my bright future
Became a desolate path
Leading to more loneliness
And a constant burden
Reminding me of what I could've had.

No this isn't a hurdle
I've reached a dead end.
A roadblock in my life
Which I'll never be able to overcome.
Everything was looking up
But it all came crashing down
...
The brightest of colors
Now I'm a dull grey
With no life to live
With no words left to say

...
With nowhere else to go
No one else to be
Because I have become
nothing
And nothingness *became me
You are not nothing unless you choose to be...
425 · Aug 2017
Toy Heart
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
My heart
Is not your toy
That you can come and use
At your leisure
Then throw away
When it becomes used and broken

And I'll let you in on a secret...

It may look shiny and new
But its shattered to the core
Broken beyond repair
Simply dressed to impress
So it can stay on the top shelf
For its highest bidder
So that its cycle can continue
Forever
I'll let you in on another secret.. your heart is worth the most when it belongs to you...
425 · Aug 2017
Cupidly Cliche
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
Her skin
Was his canvas
His hands painting
The milky way
His kisses mapping  
The universe
Unfolding into a cliche
Another quote from the lyric wall because why not.. I can't thank you all enough for all the love and support so far Keep spreading the love ~BM
419 · Apr 2018
Live a Little
Rebel Heart Apr 2018
We grow a little older
Every second of every day
And sometimes we forget
The night will always be young
(Another gem from the infamous lyric/quote wall that didn't make sense to me at first but now it does. Happy Writing! ~BM)

(Front Page 4/23/2018)
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
410 · Sep 2017
She was Rose.
Rebel Heart Sep 2017
She grew thorns...
Not to lure him in
        with deception
But to keep him out
        who was deception
For as beautiful as she was,
She was dangerous within
Her petals holding secrets
No world could bear...
She grew thorns
All to protect
Her fragile heart
From unleashing
Her sins...
A rose picked by any other would've been sweet... but it was he who was a sweet poison on her lips that turned her petals dark...
409 · Aug 2017
To Fly
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
Because sometimes you start to fly
And realize your wings were simply a web of lies
Tell me, when you shake off the illusion
Who's going to save you
When you come crashing to the ground
Who's going to catch you
When your heart catches up with reality
And realizes dreams are just that
That life's nothing but an anchor
Weighing you to the ground
So that only when you shut your eyes
Can you lift your feet off the burden
And grow out real wings to fly
407 · Mar 2018
"True" Love Lies
Rebel Heart Mar 2018
True love waits for you
He made you wait for him
(Apparently RH's "new" poetry book had a collection of lyric wall quotes such as this one and I just want to read it already. Happy Writing! ~BM)
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