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 Nov 2015 jrunje
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.
Dying love in a gilded cage,
Imprisoned by my pent up rage.
You never loved me, but neither did I,
The last gift you gave was the gift of goodbye.
 Nov 2015 jrunje
Bria Grimm
I hope you never reach
The day
Where you are lost for words
Because they're tangled up in
Agony.

I hope you never reach
The point
Where your innocence of
The world is
Robbed.

I hope you choose
Your friends and
Lovers wisely
So that you never have to
Discover what it feels like
To see those who you believed
Would take a bullet for you
Dance behind the
Trigger.
I am very fortunate that this has made the daily poems! I am completely new to this site (about a week or two in) and it is truly an honor to have my work recognized. Thank you guys for supporting!
 Nov 2015 jrunje
Ezra
second best
 Nov 2015 jrunje
Ezra
I sit here with you
You think about her
I'm all alone
And you're occupied
I try not to cry
You just don't care
Blonde hair
Green eyes
Small figure
The things im not
Guess i'll settle for second best.
 Nov 2015 jrunje
nelly
to h,
 Nov 2015 jrunje
nelly
if i was destined to end up with someone else i will live with guilt and hate myself for the rest of my life because i will never be able to love him even a fraction as much as i love you.
 Nov 2015 jrunje
Brent
Untitled
 Nov 2015 jrunje
Brent
"I want to be someone's first choice"

You already were
since that week after we met.
You were my first
and hopefully my last
but you being my first
did not actually quite last
because your first choice wasn't me
and I never will be.

Now that I keep telling myself
that you're not my first choice.
You wish for someone that who will.
It got me to think
that you were a choice still
but realizing now
you were a first choice to others
and still you ask for someone who will
it made me realize
that you're too numb to feel

So I hope you find that person
who'll make you his *first choice

and hope that he will be the one
that you will make your own
Even though I really feel
That you should try to see
That that person will forever
and always be me.
 Nov 2015 jrunje
emily
3 a.m.
 Nov 2015 jrunje
emily
staring at the ceiling, counting the mosquito bites on my arm
there are sixteen
reasons why you left me but I can only remember the one that went unsaid
"you cannot fix yourself"
there is a constellation of scars on my hips
and I can see your face, hear your biting words in them
if I try hard enough.
maybe it's just a reflection of the moonlight,
or it's just one bad night. one of too many.
am I the insect stuck between screen and glass
trying to escape something shatterproof
when the more effort I put in, the more likely I am to die?
even the mosquitoes have become tired of seeing my blood
it fills the sticky night with a sour-sweet stench
of broken promises and lost lies.
but god,
I am the moth who only wants to get closer to the light.
you were my light.
and I'll leave the windows open all summer
as if maybe you'll crawl back in through them
I've broken the glass in all of them anyway
I've named sunrises after you
they too are supposed to be emblems of hope but only remind me of how broken I am
and it's funny
because I used to wish on every star that you'd understand
but now I just wish to be able to forget you.
always upset over the things out of my control.
 Nov 2015 jrunje
Hanna Mae Mata
Eyes
 Nov 2015 jrunje
Hanna Mae Mata
I see
the saddest colors
in your eyes
and
I hope
you wont see
the death
in mine.
Imagine having as many hearts as you have hands.

Imagine one Doesn't Belong to you.

Imagine how easy it is to juggle two things

Imagine how hard it is to juggle three things.

Imagine catching three hearts

Imagine dropping one

Imagine picking it back up.

Imagine juggling four hearts.

Imagine being so talented you can catch two in each hand.

One day.

Imagine the one heart
covered in bruises.

Always dropped.
Always picked back up.

Imagine it doesn't belong to you
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