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 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
Bekezela
I wonder what it would be like to walk around wearing yourself inside out.
To show me all your secrets and your most intense fears.
To show me who you really are without the opinions of the crowd overshadowing your beauty.
To be able to understand your beautiful disturbed mind.
I wonder what it would be like to know you.
I am still trying to get to know myself.
 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 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
 Jul 2017
Rebel Heart
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
 Jul 2017
Rebel Heart
Burn your name onto my skin
For tonight I'm all yours
And when you leave in the morning
I want to carry you with me...
   A solemn reminder
            That not everything
                      You love
                             *Stays
The end to another long and simply beautiful poem by RH. It was listed under drafts from a file years ago so I didn't want to publish the full poem but couldn't resist to share this beautiful part of it with all of you.  ~BM
 Jul 2017
Rebel Heart
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
 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...
 Jul 2017
Rebel Heart
And I never dreamed of us together,
For fire and ice are always apart.
But you broke through all the barriers,
Defied the laws and stole my heart.

It seemed as though the galaxy aligned,
One breezy night
As the moonlight danced
Into the balcony
Blanketing the bedroom
Under the twinkling stars

As if a fantasy bled into the realm of reality
And the impossible bent the rules of fate.
As if time came to a rippling stop
And all the voices began to slowly fade...

Your eyes drowned out even the music,
Capturing me in enticing sins.
Your lips locked onto mine
In a desperate longing
Slowly mapping out every inch of my bare skin

And though my insecurities invaded my thoughts
Threatening to darken this one moment of complete light
Your whispering words anchored me to the now...

My demons constantly attacked my sanity
  "You're smart"
My skeletons gnawed away at dreams
  "You're talented"
My ghosts kept putting up walls around my heart
  "You're amazing"
My ugly scars screamed this was all a dream
  "You're beautiful"
Because how could something this amazing be real?
  "So beautiful"
How could someone like you love someone like me?
  "******* beautiful"
How can someone love these flaws flowing relentlessly within me?
  "I'm in love with you..."
How could these sins you whisper to me under the stars unravel the universe of emotions I've held inside me like this?
  "And you're mine"
          ..And I always will be..
I'm not really Rebel Heart. She's busy so I'm taking over her account for a while (one of the perks of being a writer's best friend). All that's published on this account will solely be her writing however. I was reading through some of her work and found this from years ago. I have to admit I didn't know what to expect but all her words seemed to be so captivating. Unfortunately she, for whatever reason, has yet to publish some of her best work (that's my opinion), and labeled most of them as unedited or "unpublishable" (I'm sure that isn't a word). Throughout the days I guess it'll be interesting to see some of the words she's left for the world to see as she, like most of us poets, keeps 90% of her words locked away even from me. Let's venture through the depths of her mind together ~BM
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