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 Nov 2015 Faith Vinton
Asim Javid
I woke up this morning and my name flashed on T.V.
They said i blew up places , they said i killed masses .
Men , women & children I murdered them all.
Who am I ?
I am a muslim and i am taking this fall.
They used my name and spread the terror.
I am not them , it surely is an error.
We, muslims, are the holders of peace , we spread love.
Why am I being  represented by their false actions.
I am a person, with different notions.
World will now brand me a terrorist.
Don't judge me by their actions , I insist.
I am not them, they pilfered my name.
They inflicted libel , and my religion to defame .
I have been robbed , robbed of my name.
I am a muslim , human like you , all the same.
My name has been robbed , my identity stolen
I deprecate the terror and mourn for fallen.
There are millions like me and humanity lies in our depths.
But we are all victims of Identity Theft* ...............
We Muslims condemn  the Paris attack.
puke up a rainbow
throw back your head
snap your neck
cackle and dance
scream with laughter
fall on the floor
roll around some
break a bone
another snap
spilling it all out
onto the floor:
red orange
yellow green
blue indigo and violet
puddles
you are the color of jelly, sparkling and radiant.

as a fish in water, as a bird over soaring green woods.

a deer, alone and afraid - hush, the ferns,  the wind will bring comfort.
 Aug 2015 Faith Vinton
Old Soul
I often times imagine, as I
kiss him, what it would feel like,
to be pressing my lips tightly
against yours.

When I lay down at night
and close my eyes, I picture you,
laying next to me, and what your,
warm embrace might feel like.

I dream often about you,
sometimes we are in love,
other times I see you with her,
and I wake up heartbroken.

But then I realize, I am the
real heart-breaker here, and maybe,
it is just all exciting and new, and that is why,
it feels so good to feel this way.
Insert appropriate metaphor here
some flourishing
elegant
representation of
whatever the **** is going on
inside me
because
god knows
if there is one
that I don’t even know
how to talk about
this
whatever
“this” is
maybe if I just put
another brilliant
and articulate
simile here
or maybe an allusion or quote
that perfectly captures
and labels this pain
and fear
yes
that’s it
I feel
better already
isn’t poetry great?

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