They Call Me Rebel

They Call Me Rebel

A Poem by Hannah Paige

They call me rebel

And the cigarette slides between my lips

as I tell them to f**k off

I am no rebel

I am a victim

Of a lost rebellion

 

The brandy burns my throat

As I wash away the dark blue midnight

Of a revolution

Gone with the ashes

Stamped out with the remains

Of that s**t we rolled earlier

 

And the bass line rolls on

Humming in my ear

“F**k the man,” someone strums

“It’s his world,” the guitar whimpers back,

“F**k us, f**k the rebels.”

But I’m on my second cigarette now

I am no rebel

 

Purple clouds paint the dusk

And white smoke paints bloodshot eyes

I try to stand but my head spins

And everything is white

So instead I lay

Arms outstretched

Clutching the country grass

And they all follow

And we form a star of sweat stained bodies

That smell like smoke and booze

And look like s**t

And we stare up at the other stars

Way up there

Past the clouds

And we are nothing

 

I am a victim

Of the universe

And of its stars

And I am a victim of that s**t we rolled

That keeps me dizzy

And tells me lies

I am a victim of monotonous hums

And the people who strum them

I am a victim of the dark blue midnight

And I am a rebel against it all

© 2011 Hannah Paige


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Although I hate labels, but these are words of a true Anarchy if I may say, not the crazy chaotic ones, but sane true anarchy who were truly damaged by society.
The use of a musical instrument is amazing, it always grabs my attention, and you did it in a good way here, although using taboo, yet it adds reality to the poem.
Booze and cigarettes again, that I adore.
I recommend that you read one of my poems called "Unmarked grave" I like to think of it as an aftermath of your wonderful piece.
Great write, keep it up.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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i marveled on the brilliant words you put to here. the poetry has indescribable beauty to me. tragic and beautiful.

but i'd like you to read Million Little Pieces by James Frey. Really amazing story. :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


I really enjoyed this...great poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago


A modern Bukowski ?

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like the rhythm and flow of this piece a bunch--besides the rebellious nature of it--works to bring out the rebel in me---

Posted 13 Years Ago


Rebellious. Favorited.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is good, your a diamond in the rough, and the angst of youth swells in this write..a rebel with a cause.

Posted 13 Years Ago


A perfect statment of protected opinion and the society that seeks to tear it down, well done, a good read.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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