"hatefull" poems
your pain is Mine
and your strEngth
you pulse through my veins
death and hardship
betrayal and scorn
stopped you not
and i Gladly tread
in your mighty footsteps
your hAtefull words
fill my ears
i Drink your poison
likE the sweetest honey
it fills my ears and sTeels my
resolve
your Hate is my strength
swing your ax
and i will follow
till the grave
you brought me back
and for that i owe
you my eternal allegiance
together you and i shall set
this world afire
so wave your red flag
my dearest devil
and know that i stand
at your side, come hell and
high water.
Apr 11, 2010
Apr 11, 2010 at 7:30 PM UTC
fire burns
water burns
but nothing burns
most of all
the height of living
is almost dying
rain matters not
at the waterfall
in the desert,
life is born
only to die in the sea
the dust in the air
are the bones of the old
in the land of the money
the slave is most free
the gentle breeze
tears down mountains
the stars above
are always too dark
the relentless clock of hatefull time
makes new lives begin to die
a glimpse of life is more than needed
before the chance at death
yet few receive
a shoulder to lean
those who do resent
and our envy our envy
is most deserved
to those whose time well spent
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 11:28 AM UTC
Dear God
I know you are a crutch,
created by a scared species,
to make the dark nights warmer.
I know that millions of lives are spent,
in your name,
and of those other pray to.
I know people flock to buildings,
bruise their knees in abeisiance,
hoping for eternal life.
I know that millions fight for you,
thousands speak for you,
and none ever see you.
I know that the universe is vast,
complex and unknown,
but not created by you.
And yet,
it would be easy,
if I could clasp my hands together,
murmur words of needs longed for,
and recieve a miracle at my door.
Dear God,
If you had indeed been real:
Then the slavery of religion would disgust you,
your followers' grovelling would embarrass.
Teh demise of your word created,
would fire you into action.
To save us.
To guide us.
To teach us how to live.
In the absence of an allmighty,
all I see is a sentient species:
violent
greedy
hatefull
Bent of self-destruction.
There is no Divine in the **** of the infant girl.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 9:03 AM UTC
I have doubted religion for a long time,
All because of a question a man had asked me long ago
He was not a rich man nor a hatefull man
He did not seek to destroy all my belief
Just wanted to show me that my life was not complete
As it was
As it will be
His simple question was this,
"would you enjoy heaven if all of your loved ones
Went to hell."
Those thirteen words changed me from
Be good for goodness sake
To being good with out a reason
No need for a resin
The fact was I needed to live
As if there was no after life
Not so I wouldn't fear hell
But so I can live with love and hatred
So I can spend time with my loves as if we could be separated
So I could fear and care others saw me.
Those thirteen words allowed me out of a closet
With no worry of damnation
Only hope of forever love
One that can weave throw heaven and hell
If they so exist
So I can say I shall never be alone
Those thirteen words opened my eyes
To not just hopes and dreams of a religion
But what all people seek in a after life
Love
Love of a god
Love that shatters time and space
It's not just for me
All wish to find that love in flesh
No mater in a man,
Woman or just a companion
I will forever seek the same love
The bible teaches of
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 10:38 PM UTC
Blood is trickleing down my side
As the knife gets more deep
I just want to go into a never ending sleep
Stabbing, thrashing, and pushing
As the knife gets closer to the bone
All i can do is harden like stone
your cold face
Thoose wild eyes
Grow darker with every lie
But what if my pain wasent from the knife?
what if i dient care about the lies?
I just want to please you
For you to be proud to call me yours
But all the slamming of the doors
And all thoose hatefull words
Dig in
Worse then a knofe
They just might take my life
Is that what you want?
Is that your goal?
To knock me down and push me
Over the edge
Then look down over the ledge and laugh becuase you win?
If thats not what you mean than watch what you say
Becuase you words hurt worse than a knife
And they just might take my life
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
Hatefull eyes swallow hearts,
and dreams,
our eyes play tricks on us,
everthing is not what it seems,
The blue bird is lost in the forrest at night,
the lush green has died away,
the color of its feathers,
describe how i feel everyday,
The branches like broken bones stabbing out at you,
the fog covers my feet,
and steals my sight of the distant view,
it steals my sight,
ive always felt like ive never known where im going,
always felt in doubt,
no vision on how my future will play out.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
The power of love
blocks all the hatefull mean words,
let love be your shield.
Jul 16, 2012
Jul 16, 2012 at 9:20 AM UTC
As DMX said
The bullsh*t the drama
The racists
These things so
Angry and hatefull
Makes me want to spit, swirl my baodings
And say
"Stupid society"
I need no seal
Of approvel
I am me
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 7:40 PM UTC
Merely half an hour,
the clock is counting down.
Please help me to smile,
get rid of this frown.
This year I wanna make,
the best of what I've got.
I'm tired of waiting for you,
and being who I'm not.
It's time to look up,
and see the world around.
Instead of looking down,
and staring at the ground.
Baby this year,
it's gonna be the best.
Boy without you,
I'm cleaning up the mess.
I'm tired of being stabbed,
in the back all the time.
People torturing my heart,
here's some news : it's mine.
The past sixteen years,
no, they haven't been the best.
But I'm turning a new leaf,
and cleaning up the mess.
I want to be happy,
truely for a while.
To feel that I could fly,
or run for 100 miles.
All I ask from you,
each one of my friends.
Is give this new me a chance,
don't let it be the end.
I want to be someone,
who I burried far away.
This sixteenth year,
she will see the light of day.
She's hidden below the surface,
but don't you understand?
She was only there because,
of all the hatefull men.
I'm getting to know me,
what's truely honestly there.
The reasons for my actions,
truth behind every tear.
I'm entering the world,
with some new plans.
I'm learning about myself,
savouring every moment I can.
This year is about me,
the one who truely matters.
It's about mending my heart,
fixing every shatter.
So for this sixteen year,
my wish remains the same.
But this is a new girl,
with a brand new game.
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 12:35 AM UTC
The rage is building,
A tower made of kindling
It only needs a spark
For it to rage through the dark
And guide a roaring light
Lightening,
Igniting the darkest corners of the mind
In hindsight
That display of might
A painting, red and black
Preceded darker times
What am I left with in the end?
Another tower,
Built with regret.
And smoldering black,
A hatefull pit
Of fire, not illuminating
Never needing a spark
But endlesly burning
An all consuming flame
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 2:27 AM UTC
Sometimes I get so positive
I scare myself to death.
I see beauty that does not excist
and I feel loved
by people who have never loved anything before.
I have fallen for the most terrible men,
I felt at home in the most hatefull families,
and now I look at you
and I see the best in you
even though you never did.
I'm a victim of my own optimism.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 7:07 AM UTC
i allow you to let me settle
settle for things i wouldnt be fine with...
if it wasnt you doing them.
settle for no good morning kisses just my longing looks at your sleepy face.
no cute texts, just "ok" and "love u"
settle for cuddles.. but only if i ask them.
settle for me feeling like im asking too much.
am i asking too much?
all i ever wanted was a love that consumes me, rips me apart
but puts me back together in a different formation
a more beautiful art piece than i was before.
i wanted a love that comes to me without asking
forcing its way into my heart.
a love that wont ever leave.
and i got exactly that.
you consume me... youre ripping me apart....
but where is the different formation?
why arent you re building?
cant you see that im hurting...
you came into my life and changed me
made me better in ways
made me worse most days.
you came into my life and loved me
but not in the way i needed
loved me
your way
am i being unfair for expecting the same love i give to you in return?
will giving it to me let your confusing heart burn?
i sound so ungrateful
but really im not
this makes me seem hatefull
but youre all ive got
im so afraid to lose you
do you feel the same?
because its difficult to know
when will you ever grow
like trees i change and shed my leaves with every season of your change
but you stay the same...
you stay... the... same...
same
same
same half love i always get
you say were built different and i get that
but why do i have to keep asking
and begging
and pleading
just to be loved.
not half loved
not almost loved
just
LOVED.
Dec 14, 2023
Dec 14, 2023 at 6:37 AM UTC
It was in the corner
of Five Points South
East and West
North and South
and the other
Juliet love Remeo
and his money
She longed to be with Julio
But no milk , no honey
Remeo's and Juliet's
relationship
soon turned
poisonous
Juliet fled into
the arms of Julio
Remeo , broken hearted
turned hatefull
sharpening his knife
everyday
Then one day
there he found
Juliet and Julio
smoking *****
at the Dew Drop
Taco and Beer
They were
hoochie cooching
waist to waist
face to face
It was too much of
a disgrace
Out came the dagger
to the screams of the place
The dagger flashed
quickly turning red
And on the floor
Juliet lay dead
He grabbed the hand
of Julio
and the two quickly fled .
Sep 20, 2022
Sep 20, 2022 at 8:59 PM UTC
This hatred inside yourself,
It is not good for you.
'Cause it builds a wall,
Between you and them all.
This hatred against yourself,
It is not good for you.
'Cause hatefull it makes
And to haters - nobody takes.
This hatred does not make you
A martyr of any kind.
It just spreads negative vibes
And prevents you from being kind.
What warped a world is this?
How warped is your mind?
To make the one thing you love,
your hatred inside.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC