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Grace Haak Dec 2019
I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you
You make my blood boil
You make my fists clench
My eyes squint
into a scowl
when I see your smug smile
lips curled
teeth bared
slandering my name
Go on ahead!
I know I am not to blame
for all the late nights of confusion
and all the moments of obsessive intrusion
You twist the story
say I'm no better
Leaving on my doorstep
a grammatically incorrect letter
Ah, nothing makes my skin crawl
more than the improper use of "you're"
"your a liar"
"you never take responsibility for you're actions"
God, I don't know where I ever found attraction!
You can condemn me all day to hell
but at least I know how to ******* spell!
You say that I make you absolutely sick
doesn't mean much coming from a
wannabe preppy pretense of a *****
Delete my number from your phone
Get a life and leave me alone
Stop penciling paragraphs
full of mean and spite
saying you don't know how I sleep at night
Well, the joke's on you
I don't actually sleep
And I don't miss your stupid Jeep
I literally have my own.
Again, put down your phone
and pick up a book
because being a *******
isn't exactly a fallback career
You got that? Have I made it clear?
You can go assassinate my character
to your nonexistent group
I'll just be ranting to my poet friends
on an online website everyone can see....
oops
my anger has subdued this was just a fun one i found

also: excuse my profanities
Grace Haak Dec 2019
i am sad
no longer an irregularity
i feel bad
and i'm lacking in emotional granularity
i am mad
riddled with polarity
i am glad
just trying to find some clarity
Grace Haak Dec 2019
melted in misery
battered in blue
pitted in pain
since the day i met you
folded in falsities
sifted in sad
cut in confusion
didn't know it was bad
whisked up in woe
diced in despair
garnished in grief
but it's not like i care
Grace Haak Dec 2019

silver
tinsel wrap
ped around the
christmas tree in the
living room and glass bau
bles hanging from the branch
es with white lights woven in be
tween such a soothing sight to see as
i start my early morning with some pepp
ermint coffee and i just love these december
days
with
the
tree
i just wanted to try a concrete poem
Grace Haak Dec 2019
My eyes have bled tears
My eyes have squinted with hate
My eyes have been glued shut from fears
Not wanting to see my upcoming fate
And with that
my eyes are tired.
They now rest in their sockets
Covered in unfeeling glaze
They are now impenetrable lockets
Stuck in a fathomless haze
The eyes are the windows to the soul
Unless no light can get through
It's what happens when life takes a toll
And you've no clue what to do
So you let them sit there
Unmoving, unblinking
Don't let them show anyone
Anything that you're thinking
It's over I'm done my eyes are tired.
Grace Haak Dec 2019
Someone please
just tell me the answer
because what I thought was a crossroads
has branched into a dozen paths
and you know I don't stand a chance
against a decision-making dilemma
so I am handing over the strings
please just play me like a puppet
put the confidence in my choice
put the words into my voice
move my feet in some direction
I promise I'll have no objection
because I cannot think! I cannot act!
my mind is chock-full
and completely jam-packed
and I am indecisive to the extreme
so much so I'm about to scream
yes I know it's bad that I have no thought
but all my attempts are tangled in a knot
I am tired of the pros and cons list
I am getting lost on this track of twists
so take my choices, I do not care
it's not like I'm getting anywhere!
It's really bad!
Grace Haak Dec 2019
i want frostbite
and i want to freeze
i want a cold night
and i want a bitter breeze
i want to shiver
and i want to go numb
i want a frozen river
and i want a purple thumb
i want an unforgiving winter
and i want any feeling to go
i want an icicle splinter
and i want to be buried in snow.
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