#rebellious
Was it their fault?
Were they in the wrong?
She made her choice
Was it their responsibility?
She thought it through
Were they supposed to control that?
They did everything right
But some things are out of their control
Can they be responsible for everything?
She didn't follow in their footsteps
Instead
She turned away
She went against her upbringing
It saddened them
They tried to bring her back
Yet she would not return
'Where is justice?'
She would ask
But she'd never listen
Then she fell
Well,
She jumped
She tried to escape their loving hands
Forever
But failed
Thank goodness
It couldn't have been their fault
But they would have felt it
Nonetheless
They still feel it now
But they will
And so will she
I hope
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 1:55 AM UTC
Rebellious in love...
you are ...
different ...
Yes you are ...
dancer...
professional...
danced well ...
perfectly ...
on my feelings...
and my heartbeat ...
yes you are different...
nobody looks like you ...
only you ...
who captured my heart ...
and all my thoughts ...
it just be ...
only you ...
it's you my love ...
Yes ...
O you ...
the thief of my night ...
even ...
it's you ...
in all of my poems ...
writing you ...
as the love ...
that never to be end ...
forever ...
yes sweetheart ...
you different ...
you never be like others ...
no body like you ...
brave ...
rebellious in love ...
crazy lover ...
you are ...
as me ...
hazem al ...
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 3:36 AM UTC
Whenever the mist of pain and torment loomed;
And my already broken heart, dashed to pieces
You picked them all and glued them back together, mother
You helped me to resurge, with thousands of amorous kisses
When I was surrounded by deep blue silences and my heart cried in pain
You wept my ocean of tears but, you never shed one
The excruciating pain of my life, was hurting you too
But you always said, ‘My love, the struggles have just begun’
Beneath the tender look, your ardent black eyes beamed rebelliousness
I know that you wanted me to be the woman you never got to be
And so, as a present on your birthday, I make you a promise
That I will always be in the shelter of your arms; I will be the woman you want me to be and nothing will ever sunder you and me.
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 3:47 AM UTC
Just like the full moon
To me, you are a boon,
What have I done till now, if it wasn't for you
With the ending month of June,
You approaching as rain first due.
You are amazing, you are one of those few,
Precious, rebellious, and always new.
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 1:08 AM UTC
rebellious dark clouds,
took the full moon their captive;
rains freed her quick!
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
Be vigilant. The dark is coming.
'Stay silent' he said. They almost listened.
'Wrap yourself in the coldness
of our words' and in his voice was
a touch of danger.
They almost fell. Almost gave in.
The world became like a glacier
of shapes. Always seeking to fit
within the assorted mess of notions
and opinions.
'Forget grace' they told us.
'Praise hate' they commanded us.
'Love death' they spoke in unison.
But... we are not a wall to be broken
down on your insistence.
We are not a voice to be calmed
just because you think you are a storm.
Should we be silent against the false
preachers of lies and guile? Or
are we going to stand firm, each
life a block against the tides of
stoic insistence?
We will not shame ourselves any longer.
Our voice will be like God's own voice.
Our rhythm will fall into truth.
Our form will fly into the sky,
abandoning your need to satisfy the
greedy and lazy digits of material
plains of death and destruction.
Ah... tell us to shut up one more time.
See then how loud our words can go.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 1:44 AM UTC
It looks so cavalier
but it smells just like rebellion.
Alcohol cannot conceal
insincere intention.
I like it, though.
It suits you well.
But before you begin to boast;
remember that liquid confidence lasts for a night at most.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC
She downed wine bottles to the last drop,
Smoked cigarettes like her life depended on it,
And took her good night’s sleep in the day
Until streetlights become her sunrise.
She never thought about tomorrow;
For her, there was only today.
She didn’t believe in yesterdays either,
Because every time she woke up
Last night’s memories become blurs
That she could not make sense of.
Sometimes she smelled like a million dollars,
Sometimes like morning breath and alcohol.
She was like a thought passing by–
Within arm’s reach but still intangible.
Strangers line up to unwrap and taste;
She is savored for a moment,
And forgotten the next–
Another flavor confused with many others.
She gave pieces of herself away like candy,
And sometimes I wonder
If she still has enough of herself left.
Maybe she does.
Maybe she doesn’t.
Maybe she looks for pieces she could use
To fill her hollow gaps
Every night she goes into town.
She was the blooming child of “Maybe” and “Why,”
Wilting, but still alive,
Still taking in the air
Even when it reeks of tobacco,
Still taking in the water
Even when it’s mixed with alcohol,
Still living in the now while she can.
Maybe “now” is all that she has left,
And maybe she doesn’t know what to do with it.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
You were the delicious taste of sin,
Resting softly upon my tongue,
My ***** lips savoring the profanity of you.
I swallowed you in one drink, finally
Erasing all that once pervaded my mind,
Blissfully clearing my conscience of all your evil.
I made myself be the proud sinner,
Conscious and rebellious
Against the god that made us.
Not you, honey.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 12:49 AM UTC
I think you’ve got an imaginary gun against your head
Because you want to paint the walls in brains and red.
A gun is not a paintbrush that you use when your heart is in distress,
There are a few things that will numb the pain
Like a few pills or a toxic shot to the brain.
Just remember that after you ***** on the ground
And your screams no longer make a sound,
A packet of spearmint gum will be passed around.
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 1:05 PM UTC
They said
To let nature take its course
But she
Did not want to sit still
They said
That what will be, will be
But she
Did not let it be
They said
Not to hurt yourself
But she
Love jumping into bottomless pits
They said
To let your heart decide
But she
Still kept choosing to do what's right
Even when all she wants to do
Is to be brave
And put up a rebellious fight
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
my heart is a bohemian
its authenticity drips like a wet paintbrush
clothing the worlds pale canvas with colours
each colour is hated for its self reflection
its outlook on this planet
has brought the ones who roam it
to look within for their inner quintessence.
- t.m
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
my heart is a rebel to this world
like liquid overflowing
pouring over and clothing the exterior
my love leads the way
and this world follows.
- t.m
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC
based on the song by Bruce Cockburn
Maybe the poet is old,
But they won't do as they're told
Maybe the poet is young
But her words you should not shun,
Maybe the poet is free
Are you blind and do not see?
Maybe the poet's a Slave
But those white flags won't be waved!
Maybe the poet is saved
Maybe the poet's a knave
But he'll shout unto the grave!
Black or white, or coffee brown
His words will stay... they'll stick around
Tan or beige, russet red
You will recall what's been said
It will play all through your head
She will speak until she's she's dead!
Maybe the poet is rich
And is sitting by a beach
Maybe the poet is poor
But her words you'll hear for sure
Maybe ill with no cure
Though she's dead she will endure
Homeless woman, wealthy man
They won't do as you have planned
They won't play on with the band
They'll be strong and take a stand
They'll holler til you understand!
They won't have a TV show
Won't be on your radio
But the word of mouth will go
Be it fast or be it slow
They may be killed, they may be shot
They will speak TRUTH!
THEY CAN'T BE BOUGHT!
Ignominy may be their lot
*But they will produce some thought!*
Maybe the voice of The Spirit
In which case you'd better hear it!
You may not touch it. Can't get near it.
Please don't expect applause
Don't find rejection odd...
For it is the Words of God.
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/16/2016
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC
My lofty dreams drink your poison
The sermon hides all talk of lust
**** it!
Drown it!
Strangle it.
How can I ?
How must I ?
Do such tortuous actions
My conscious thinks of you in the mist
Closed doors.....
In hazy heights
Green mountains under the pitch black glow - wrapped in a single cloth
Breathing the puff smoke
I shut the door
Close the tailored book
Walk out in my fitted gown. Sunday school taught me repression
And my succession to my thoughts was one thing - action
Primed, pinned, and pointed to order
In orderly fashion
I defied my fathers crime
Created bedding to sleep on
Encrusted with words, " You're the creator of your own creation"
Finding.......
My chipped cross, crippled slipped underneath the crooked bed
Your lips were spongy delights of chaos I wanted to grip to
Diving in the pool naked felt like a temptuous sin
My guardian was me
I found you by the darkened pond bellowing and I gripped you
Casting my light
And you never said a word
But together we drank the blackened pond liquid
And scratched our skin with empty words, hoping we knew ......
We knew, what we were taking each other's hearts for.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC
dear society,
i will no longer
listen to your lies and rules
that i'm supposed to follow
because all they've brought was cries and sorrow
i will no longer try to be the perfect
girl you expect me to be
now i'm going to face reality
and do things my way
i'm really sorry to say
but i thank you on today
for every terrible thing you've done to me
and don't worry
it only made me stronger than i'll ever be
so i thank you on today, but sadly i can't stay
because i'm facing reality and doing things my way.
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
While a young lad
As a passing fad
Rebellious,he allowed
A love making etched
On his arm,
For saw no he
Any harm!
Now cool
He considers
Himself a fool
A responsible father
And a loving husband
At a loss
That tattoo
Where to hide!
Without putting off
The light
Or unless
His children are out of sight
He can't go to bed at night
Or take a shower
At day hour.
So, twice think
Before you ink!
Don't also for good ware
Your lover's name
Together you may not finish
The game!
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 2:44 AM UTC
They say we're ****** up
They believe there's no hope for us
They think we need help
They know we're out of control.
Our problems seem fickle
To them
Our worries and insecurities
A passing phase
When we fight and defend
Ourselves
Rebellious and hellish
Is what we seem
Though really all we want is
Independence and
A sense of respect
In a world that's against us
The forlorn teens bottling it in.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
She did not keep the peace, was not the conformist in silence, was not a normal person. She was the rebellious martyr filled with centuries upon centuries of the world's anger and trash. She did not yield for a rule, never stormed for the greater good of currency, and was born to die. But of course, not before she recieved what she thrived for.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 6:20 PM UTC