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 Aug 2017
Rebel Heart
What if I told you I really loved you
Someplace away from the depths of my poetry
Somewhere away from the corners of my chaotic mind
Sometime away from the words I weave
When I'm lost in the thoughts of you

Yet
I couldn't give you that power
To take every broken shard left of me
And walk away
Just to leave me with nothing more
But more pain and regret

So my pencil keeps scribbling
The mess I feel for you
At least until my hand goes as numb
As my heart

Forever doomed to live with these chained desires
Forever doomed to silence my own pain
 Forever doomed to wear these imperfect masks
     And forever
             doomed
                     to never
                              love
...

Never again.
Love that cannot be voiced is the most tragic kind, don't you agree? Two tormented lovers hiding their feelings from each other both too scared to admit what they feel. To all doomed loves, its better to live with rejection rather than regret and with that I wish you all a wonderful day ~BM
 Aug 2017
D
nothing ever grows in the dark
besides demons and monsters
bleh
 Aug 2017
Rebel Heart
I am fragile.
So fragile
More fragile than already shattered glass
Held together by mere Elmer's glue.
Yet I'll keep pretending I'm okay
Like I never once had a scratch
When really I'm crumbling
Under the pressures of the universe
That my heart's not a part of.
Another snippet of the words floating around in the mystery music lyric wall and in the even more mysterious head of my dear friend RH... please don't hesitate to drop a comment below ~BM
 Aug 2017
Rebel Heart
Our childhood was scarred by the efforts to erase it
Our memories mixed with emotions and bitter ghosts
Our time was limited since the moment of our first breath
Our future painted grey at most

We tried to break free of our chains
And the ugly demons holding us back
We tried to break free of these useless rhymes
But our destiny was doomed forever trapped

Life became nothing more than broken vignettes
Held together by seams of bitter hate
Whether it was reality or just an illusion
We wanted out of this dreadful fate

We'd die young and alone
Forever unwanted
We'd die with no tombstone
Forever haunted

But if you look closely
You'll see our tragic stories
drawn across our wrists

Lines jaggedly flowing
You ignored our suffering
But save the others
(With my last breath)
*I insist
To everyone who has suffered before or are still suffering please don't be afraid to reach out to talk, I'm here for you. Nevertheless, the struggling for some of us never stops but I'm glad there are those out there always willing to reach out and lend help when they can and for that you guys are truly wonderful people. The world could use more healers and lovers like you... ~BM
 Jul 2017
Rebel Heart
So what if I die today?
The strange blue and green marble of chaos keeps spinning
The meaningless beings of hate stay floating
The sun and moon rise and set day in and day out
The broken cries of that starving child still cry and shout
The bullets keep flying and the bombs keep dropping
And as much as we'd like to leave our marks on the world
The world always forgets and moves on
Down the same destructive path
Over and over
And over
Until all our marks fade away
Till there's nothing left but
*dust
Another cynical poem by RH. It's strange though because the RH I know is both cynical and hypocritical and basically a walking contradiction. She's pessimistic yet believes she can help change the world for the better and leave her mark and I have no doubt she'll do just that just like all of you wonderful people will one day accomplish your goals as well. Happy writing ~BM
 Jul 2017
Rebel Heart
Raindrops crafted like

the color of my broken eyes...

The storm mirroring

the one raging within...

I find myself drowning again

From the inside out...

The scars I painted over

Reappearing on my cold skin
Hidden back in 2014 this poem really stuck out to me. The title, I believe, can be interpreted many different ways as the rest of the poem. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do..
 Jul 2017
Rebel Heart
Don't look at me like a perfect portrait
When my smile was sewn on
And my flaws edited out
As the lights covered my insecurities
And the flashes buried
The shadows of my demons
Within the vignettes of my life
Which were hidden in the depths of time
For no one else to ever see...

Don't touch me like I'm a masterpiece
When you weren't there to sketch my rough edges.
You weren't there to see my colors
Bleed through my paper thin masks
Onto the tile floor forever as cold as my heart...

Don't hold me like I'll shatter
When you weren't there to see me in pieces
Because darling you can't break something
That's already broke...
The actual poem was a bit longer but I hope you all enjoy this amazing write as much as I did... ~BM
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 Jul 2017
Rebel Heart
"I've overcome depression"..*
But nights like these it still leaves its muddy footprints
All over my words and drowns me
In thoughts I thought I locked away
Deep in a chest in the back of my mind..
It still stomps through at its own pleasure
As if to remind me
That my minds still not my own
And neither is my life.
That I belong to eternal darkness
Not lost in your warm embrace
Stuck forever in the midst of the chaotic *nothingness...
A more depressingly truthful poem lost in 2014... Leave any thoughts in the comments or feel free to message me privately, I'm always here to talk...
 May 2017
Rebel Heart
The angels weep silently,
As the stars fall into the night.
Signifying another life lost,
Into the mist, out of sight.

My star still burns,
Yet so dimly it might fall too.
For I'm not dead but am dying,
Fading out of what I once knew.

What purpose do I have?
Just a meaningless ball of gas.
Why should keep on burning?
If I'm just living like broken glass.

Stuck in the between
Of life and death and,
what matters most

Slowly weeping
For what I should've had,
could've had so close

From a shooting star
To a dying one
Just waiting to fall too

From a bright light
To a crying one
Just wanting to start anew

And as I gaze out to the mist
I see another one fall
The angels weeping silently
For the next one they call
 May 2017
Rebel Heart
I just want you to be happy
I just want to save your soul
Because its selfish of me to want you
When my own life's out of control

You can't help me with my demons
While you still have yours to tame
You can't sit with me through the darkness
I don't want you to feel that pain

So I'll tell you I hate you
That you need to leave
Because I can't be selfish tonight
Though I want you to stay with me

All I wish is for you to have a happy life
One where you achieve all your hopes and dreams...

All I want is for you to have a fairy tale ending
Not be dragged down by someone broken at the seams...

But to give that perfect to you
I'll have to make you cry today
Just know how much I love you
And can't let your life fade to gray

I just want you to be safe
I just want to see you smile
And even though I'll forever miss you
You'll forget me after a while
A very juvenile sounding poem but it gets the feelings right I guess. Maybe I'm hoping the people I want to cut me off see this and make it easier for me... Love each and every one of you who like, comment or share it really makes my day. Feel free to drop some criticism in the comments (This is definitely not my best work)
 May 2017
Rebel Heart
You called me an artist
With a broken down soul
So when did I become your seamstress
And someone you thought you could control?

Trying to sew together these pieces
Of your broken down heart.
But who's going to be there for me
Deep in the night when I fall apart?

I'm just held together by band-aids
That you would call plastic smiles
Simply dressed in faux happiness
That you would call a style.

Eyes twinkling in a pool of lies
While my demons fight within
Adding a fake skip to my stride
While hiding these cuts on my skin.

But tonight,
The shards from my empty,
broken down heart
Are cutting in way too deep

And tonight,
The echoes in my empty,
broken down walls
Are screaming too loud to sleep.

So as I toss and turn tonight
In this endless infinite beat
Where are you now darling
As I'm alone crying in my sheets

And one thing is for sure
Never again will we meet
Because only one thing is for sure
This history always repeats
Still needs to be edited and any comments/suggestions are welcome :)
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