Rebel from the Waste.

Wrapped up in the moment

Of the sheets and the wild, wavy hair

She’s a beauty to see,

Seen by only me

And all the boys whose name contains an ‘m’

Well, I guess this brings us past

Just Friends.

 

I’m wondering who she’ll turn to

When I’m not around,

Nowhere to be found,

Hiding on a shelf inside myself.

Could it be this one or

Maybe the other and it

Frightens me more than ever

So I keep it inside and under

Your covers but I’ll let it alone

For now

 

You’re a rebel from the waist down

With eyes of a turnstile spinning around

Exploitations in the name of liberation

So darling, where’s your sweet salvation

Is it lying in those sheets with you,

Or is it wrapped up in those clothes upon the floor?

 

And I see you in dreams,

Cloaked in the coat of another man

And I lend a hand suggesting

We run off and catch that train

 

Who listens to the rules these days

In this ear and out your mouth

And who understands infinity

And the nothing I’ve rapidly become?

I started out as something once

Where you’re just the name

Of another month

And nothing’s ever gonna be the same.

 

‘Cause you’re a rebel from the waist down

As I know, and he knows, and all the boys in town

Know too, well, it’s just the way you are

You’re laughing that I thought you loved me

But honey, I know there’s simply no such thing.

 

You’re burning pictures along with the bridges

I’m Using up all three wishes

And that magic lamp’s never coming back to me

I see the leaves in all the trees

They’re waving and they’re beckoning

But I never was one to ever take a risk

Wrists are bleeding as I wish you’d stop screaming

But then I remember, I’ve got no more wishes left.

 

Everyone’s running away from this place,

Left me alone with your fading face

Who understands anything these days?

 

Don’t you know, the sky is falling somewhere

Concrete blocks and long red hair

As you’re trying to be someone

Who deserves my attention

In teacups of heartless sympathy.

 

A rebel from your navel to that spot above your knee

Please put all your clothes back on

Your father’s loaded gun has got a

Bullet with my name on it

With the date on it

Still you whisper,

Baby,

That don’t mean a thing.

 

With those shoes on your feet,

You’re taller than me

And if the sky flipped inside out,

It’s better than if it failed to be free

 

With your regrets and references

To books I’ve never read

You’re the smartest girl I’ve ever seen

I can’t believe what you could’ve been

Once upon a wide eyed wonderland

 

So I take your hand and you talk till my ears fall off

But that’s okay, ‘cause words don’t mean a thing these days

Of revolution and wide spread apathy.

But honey, you’re only a rebel

When you’re taking off your clothes

For me, for all to see

 

It’s a golden country or maybe it was

A few lifetimes back

And you’ve always got your fists clenched

And a tongue on the attack

But sit down now and stop your words

From spinning ‘round outta control

‘Cause dear, you’re only a rebel from the waist down

 

Down

Down

Down

 

And I admit I’m prone to procrastination

But you’ll find my first big fault was

Falling in love with a friend.

Author's Note

It's not edited completely yet, but I'm still playing around with it.

Reviews

[Sarah]

This is beautiful, you have such a unique way with language. o= I love how this is written almost like dialogue, and yet still completely poetic. ^_^ I had a lot of favorite lines, but, in particular "You're burning pictures along with the bridges / I'm Using up all three wishes / And that magic lamp's never coming back to me" nice allusion. ;) Great job!

[Engulfed in Flames]

things come full circle....right??

[Courtney26]

I can't beleive this peom just came from a seventeen year old, your are truly amazing and I absolutly loved this poem. U kick a*s!!!!!