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I took a risk, a leap of faith
What I said I wouldn’t, I did
I didn’t listen to my brain
Instead let my heart advise me

Your beauty was too enticing
I couldn’t help the feelings felt
For they flooded my emotions
Faster than a flash flood in July

I judged your book by its cover
And you did the same with my book
Thinking the picture showed it all
All 1000 words like they say

But after I opened it up
I was dismayed with what I read
Yet I kept turning the pages
With hopes that it would get better

Only to end up closing it
And flipping it to the back cover
To read what the summary read
Hoping to get an idea…

Of what could have been.
 Jun 2013 Misbah A
Lily Gabrielle
Stained tea kettle howled
almost as loud as we did
one cool November night
leaving us trapped between
boredom and curiosity.
Stale bread and ripped jeans
turning us into something more
then five strangers with too much time
and too little money in our hands.
It didn't matter how many scars covered our wrists
because for a moment they didn't exist
through our bloodshot eyes.
Clarity and time became dim
as lights faded along with my mind
because soon I would find
my hands inside yours without a word
and slowly things seemed to fall apart
as months of wary burdened our hearts
because we couldn't quite forget the night
we turned from strangers to lovers
the questions never answered seemed to linger
that led us to crumble
as quickly as the brownie between my fingers.
My life is a fraud
Posing greatness, I go home to empty bed
I remember a girl
It was heavenly lying next to her
Talking, walking, being with her

Countless fissures fitted, amazing minutiae
She was the one, paradise once
Dilapidation is order of the day
Death dwells among the living
Seeped deep in floorboards, forcing hands

Death is more real than God
Death is God
Why is this night different from all other nights?
I rouse from anxious nightmares
Awakening to truer horrors

What is believable?
Her lips were the best
Scattered into tiny unrecognizable pieces
Where she licked
I didn’t realize it was all her New York City connections

I thought it was simply
Her eager tongue
One last remark
This is not poetry
Who am I to utter

Ice-cream truck ***** broadcasts
Tomorrow guarantees new beginnings
To an unforgivable forgiven past
I miss her presence
My life is a frog
She called me strong

How wrong she was

I can still see my scars

They sting sometimes

Just to remind me

I was weak

I still am

I heal just to be reopened

Torn apart again and again

There are wounds you do not see

But that I feel

I fight

But it doesn't mean I always win

No one can win all the time

Everyone is weak sometimes

I'm sorry to tell you

That your pain

Will remain

And if it does go

It will return

Suffering

Is a part of life

Being weak

Is a part of being human

We can't be strong all the time

And for now we'll remain

The weaklings that we are

We remain

Alive

And that is our greatest feat towards strength

We'll go on.

We'll survive.
 Jun 2013 Misbah A
Muggle Ginger
We can be just like
gravity and water,
Helping each other find
the easiest way to
*happily ever after
When
i say that I
hate myself
I don't want
you to say
that I
am beautiful and great.
I know     that I am not     any of
that.     I am me and     that
is the     problem.I am      going
to be     the problem     until
the     day that I die     which
I do     hope is soon      and
if it       works, Im so      sorry
that     I couldn't stay     and
that      I couldn't have     been
any         happier    believe     me,
I            tried so    hard to         be
strong        but I
  fear            I can't  
Keep             This
Lie up         Any
More          I am
So, so        sorry
But I           just
Want        to die
Please         Let me

d i s a p p e a r
This is not my poem, I just saw this on Twitter and I really related to it, A LOT. To the writer of this poem: I'm sorry if it is copyrighted, but I found this really amazing and just wanted to share it with everyone else. Thank you for writing this. <3
 Jun 2013 Misbah A
charmaine
Selfish
Thinking about no one but,
Your needs.
I was there from the start,
When you had no one but me,
It was us.
Together.
Telling me, I know nothing.
It breaks me to know that you,
See me as nothing more than,
A dummy.
Speaking only when spoken to,
As you let go,
Of the stick that you control me with,
And I gain the strength,
To raise my voice
I hear my mistakes, my past
It breaks me to see,
That you would stoop so low,
So *****,
Just to get the stage light off of you.
Tears have dried up,
They will never go away,
I just can’t reveal that part of me no longer.
Can’t describe the hurt
Betrayal
Pain that no human wants to suffer.
I want you to feel,
Just for a second,
One day
Listen to me,
And look in these eyes,
The eyes that have cracks in them,
They’ve dried up like a prune,
Life is no longer,
The glimmer is fading out,
It may be the last time,
I ever see the sunny side of things,
The grass on the other side of the fence
Feel the wind in my hair,
You only realize when it’s too late
Too late to save me,
Too late to make up
For everything,
It seems,
As I am *broken.
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