"hatefully" poems
When I was a child
I was scared to go to the bathroom alone
I was scared of the cold thin air
And the frozen drops of water.
I slept with my blanket
Tucked under my body
Because I was afraid that the monsters
Will pull it down my bed.
Oh, how i was afraid
Of the dark that comes after me
In every corner of my cold bedroom.
And the rain that stroke
Majestic lightnings that cracked up
The dark, lonely, and infinite sky.
And, oh, how ironic it is
That all of my fears are gone
And are change by an obsession.
I like the cold frozen water
Running through my body
Trying to escape
Making me feel warmer than my iced skin.
I love how the monsters are trying to
Pull me down
And try to help me to get out of this
Cruel, cruel world.
I adore the dark
That keeps me away from being seen
And makes me feel safe.
And, oh, the rain.
The beautiful drops of water
From nowhere
Cleaning my hateful and wicked body
Saving me from myself.
Funny,
The only thing that hasn't change about me
Is how much I truly
Hatefully
Love you.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
Fay stood next
to Baruch
in the Square
have a ride
if you like
on my new
blue scooter
he had said
so she did
with one foot
placed firm on
the scooter
the other
pushed away
the hard ground
moving on
the scooter
hands gripping
the rubber
handle bars
and she sensed
air in her
face and hair
moving fast
Baruch left
behind her
in the Square
he thinking
how happy
now she was
moving on
over ground
other kids
shouting out
faster Fay
and she did
as if all
pent up fears
had gone bang
and had then
disappeared
get off that
Jew's scooter
her father
shouted out
and she turned
and the fears
all returned
she got off
the scooter
handed it
to Baruch
all joy gone
happiness
had dissolved
her father
gripped her hand
hauled her off
looking back
at Baruch
hatefully
but Baruch
merely smiled
his contempt
his green eyes
or hazel
as some said
shooting off
those arrows
pretendingly
in the ****
of Fay's strict
catholic
father but
to Fay he
blew to her
from his palm
the unseen
pink kisses
of concern
then she'd gone
up the stairs
to her fate
a lecture
against Jews
murderers
of Jesus
he will say
or worst still
punishment
a beating
to enforce
his strict will.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:01 AM UTC
i've been kissed
by a sadist
who holds my hand
and guides me softly
to dramatic
pain
at his hands
i've been held
like a child
so fragile
i could be dropped
or broken
with such ease
and no fight
i've been kissed
by a sadist
who hurt me
so fully
so hatefully
that i don't
quite
catch on
under his spell i wait
and wait
for love to greet me
like it once had done
the kiss
of the sadist
burns my flesh
exposing the weakness
underneath
but i always return
to the sadist's touch
the sadist's
kiss
the sadist
because i love
his love
and his love
is my pain
the kiss
of the sadist
makes me
a *********
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
And I’ll swear by forty swords
If a sword is what will appease you
“SWORDS!” I’ll shout with mock obscenity, “Oh, swords!”
And you’ll wordlessly curse me through pinched eyes
And you’ll inform me that I am not a jester
And that you are not my mother, nor my caretaker.
But I swear, (swords!)
I swear that my mother has never hatefully condemned me for making light of a situation
Never folded her face into contorted revolt at my weak attempts to mend a fractured conversation.
And yet it seems as though I’ve prodded you with too many swords
You’ve plastered your negligible scars with bandages irrelevant–
Trivial, for though once wounds, they’ve since been healed.
Like a puppet master, like a ventriloquist
You’ve got me speaking in idioms
A foster home, I’ve adopted your character
And, doing so, determined your actions foolish
And you the fool and jester.
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 3:29 AM UTC
Awareness, Bashful and Carefree
Depressed and Eager, Freely
Gaining and Hatefully Ignored
Justified and Knotted Love
Mimicking Notorious Outsiders
Patiently Quiet and
Reassuring Silence
Tentatively Unstable
Waiting, Xenophobic
Yearn and Zany
**** you, for leaving me to experience
the range of alphabetical emotions.
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 5:52 PM UTC
I am a joke
A fantastic sparkly joke
Up on a billboard in the city
Waiting for a fairy godmother to come
To turn me into a pumpkin
So I can hide from all the laughter
Up above the world I see
All the things that I have never been
And I am just a glorified sign nobody touches
When I cry my tears mingle with the raindrops
No one ever knows that I have cried
Wearing a picture of someone else pretending to be something else
Everything and person rushes to stay young
But I never move as I weather and I fade
Hoping they will leave me be
Just as I hope against hope to be restored
Hatefully craving every face I scorn
Cursed to constant vigilance
The towers grow like weeds to choke me
The people don’t see it
That it’s the buildings that rule the world
When it should be the sky and the air
But the tiny people raise mighty cities to hide from it
No more barbarian blood sacrifice
They offer up little pieces of their brains
Wrapped beautifully in shiny bits of soul
As I smile and sell them things to fill in the holes
May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 5:33 PM UTC
Saw it
Just for a moment, but it was there
Black and gleaming silver metal
Stalking after his shadow
Glaring at everyone
As though they had personally kicked his dog
More metal in his face than a bomb defusing robot
Mask of plastic and metallic fragments creeping up
Nearly reaching the bridge of his nose
Post apocalyptic video games had nothing on him
An urban cliche
Standing as we carried on
Unnoticed
Glaring just as hatefully at his own reflection
Ear buds blasting lyrical angst of an X generation
Without ever changing
Saw it
But just for a moment
Still unnoticed
He departed
A haze of misplaced anger
Black metal tunes, clicking metal
And the strangest face mask
I have ever seen
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 6:13 PM UTC
maturely premature thoughts preexist inside
waiting to explode and marvel
at the symmetry of our meetings,
asymmetrical
incongruities.
unthought veils bearing everything
mysterious. magic rarely happens
when eyes open slowly for the
first time. life hatefully
spiteful, vengefully
insipid, unknowing
uncaring,
who cares, time
lost,
repent,
recant,
re-imagined revisions,
systems breaking human
conditions, connections. see
past the humanity,
inanity and insanity are deliberate
malfunctions- there is beauty
inside every action, movement, and
word.
torrents of half thought forms cascade
over fickle answers,
responses to help your quest. yet
in the same ****** breath you say
‘you’ve thought too much;
imagined
enough-
excuses are all
you need’ while
i cry to you in silence,
you’re missing the beat, the
form, the aspect and motivation
of the intellect that you
so silently yearn
for in your verbal
abuses.
this will only get you so far before
you see as i see
or not at all
Jun 18, 2010
Jun 18, 2010 at 3:45 PM UTC
Churning in your stomach
Burning on your tongue
Taser in the chest
Hatefully sung
Pulsing of your mind
Slamming of your heart
Flatline screen
Electric start
Crawling through your veins
Sinking in your blood
Building, building, building
Til your insides begin to flood
Pulsing of your mind
Slamming of your heart
Flatline screen
Electric start
This is the buildup
This is the monster's best
Wait to see what happens
When it bursts through your chest
Clawing, crawling
Stabbing, grabbing
Feeding and falling
This is the monster start
Ripping out your heart
This is the buildup
The monster start
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
Where has she gone?
All the others are in line,
Mother bear knows.
Three there,
Two here,
One down,
But she is missing.
An inquiry goes through
Over channels
Fierce and loud
Because one isn’t lining up
And it’s that one.
“Tariq is down, hold on” she says
Fervidly praying, breathing heavy
And there she is.
Anywhere but where she should be.
So easy to find, far too easy.
Swearing, scolding
No time for kindness,
Lost, another child lost
And another may be lost,
The most precious one here.
Scathing scoldings go ignored
Too naive, too proud
A child hoping to **** death
Though she calls that barbaric.
Reformed, remade, reborn
But never killed.
And there’s another,
Another cub but not hers
Carelessly walking on,
Not aware of the foe in his midst.
Of her child, the fool.
But she notices, thank God,
But she freezes up, **** God.
Frozen, still, just as feared.
No gun in hand
Shaking, shivering,
Breathing so hard.
“Don’t hesitate,”
The cry goes through
But this too is ignored.
A gun in hand at last
But unused, unfired
Shakily held with weak grip.
Yet a shot rings out.
Another notch for the rifle
And another cub protected,
The most precious one.
He’s fallen and she’s fallen
Him in death, her in shock,
And again the cry is made
“Don’t hesitate”,
And again it fails.
For she’s truly a cub,
Naive child hoping, praying
Failing.
The mother rushes out
Cursing and pushing away curses
“We need her, Morrison” she says.
“I need her,” she does not.
Out from hiding,
Rushing, running, and, yes,
Praying.
Still so shaken,
Still too still.
She is grabbed,
Pulled, tugged,
Yanked up to her feet
And dragged away,
Hastily hidden.
Harsh words hurriedly spoken
As she is ****** down.
Not in anger but in fear
And tears flow
And the words stop.
Scowling the bear sits,
Fearing even now in the den.
Quiet falls
Deafening, painful.
Jack shut off,
Others mollified,
And she does not speak.
Only watches,
Watching, eyeing on hatefully,
Glaring as Mother carves another.
One more life, one more line
And she doesn’t understand.
Only judges quick and fast,
Ever the idealist.
And that stings more than death’s threat.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC
**Can't explain, your lack of concern
Shallow mind in the shallow gutter**
With all the other dark souls warm from their own light
They scare you; you can't help but lock the door and overheat
*Keep yourself away from these ugly people
So you can only lose it on yourself
I'm your Quasimodo dancing on stage with no music
Because I'm the music and it makes us all sick*
With all their behavioral token and superior thoughts
You smile hatefully and spit in their eyes
**You walk so high and you think of yourself
You think you're a prophet to everyone's problems
You are comic relief but you are not pain relief**
*I'm a problem to everyone and most especially you
I'm a ******* and I want you to know that
And that I'm always your low-life Apocrypha
Also know that suicide is the hardest place
for the living and breathing
And that sinners laugh below in a Heaven without actors
Because they know how hard they try*
No you don't
*So they perish
They don't ask for help
I waste everyday I try with myself*
I give all my energy for you
*You tell me who I am like I am
your holy bible*
You're pathetic
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 12:25 AM UTC
You spite the way my features fall along my longitude and latitude. I look just cruelly enough to pique your interest.
You will try to get through to me, doting my poise and violent words wrapped in silk.
Part of you will ignore how I hatefully look at your end of the bed, even after all these years.
I will quietly curse our love.
You will find the strife and destruction I create mesmerizing. I will bear my sharp teeth in return, thrashing in your loving grip.
I bleed when I must love, the act is tiring and heavy, yet I cannot deny it.
You will try to heal this evil outlook. Yet, I am too bone-headed for that act of love.
I will claw my way out of your arms each time you hold me, my tongue will sharply follow.
I will tire you. I am cruel and evil in love.
Yet, you will bare it. I will clash and curse us, as you desperately hold our pieces together.
I will not recognize this as an act of love, but an act of spite.
Must you remember how I was bore into this world?
Unloved, a ******* and under the full moon.
I have not been treated kindly.
Love me at your own risk.
I am rooted in my evil ways.
As you are rooted in yours.
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 5:29 PM UTC
Replete of all its splendor
my withered heart beats...
Such a sad and tortured drum.
Refusing me death
It pumps its useless lifeblood
through my veins
My loneliness leaves me cold.
My desires.... with a frosted skim of ice,
How I long to melt for some unknown spring.
I have love inside!
I have love!!!
Love, no one even pretends to try and see
A poet!! What a joke!!
A dying breed of feelers
left to drown!
Pour me the cheapest drink
flavoured with the acrid taste
of societies disdain!!
I know I'm different
(One of the nicer things
that I've been called)...
It makes those cookie cutter clowns
try and fit me in the smallest box!!
Smaller than the one
where they reside!!
Intellect feeds my mind
yet makes me hungry all the time!
And my soul? Oh my soul!!
Always teaching me to walk a truer path.
Never used to be that way.
Now my ****** internal eye
that's all it ever sees!
My heart?
I do not wish to speak of it.
It beats.
At least it gets to share its time
with my soul.. and eating mind
The night is old...
I turn out the light.
Once again I sleep alone
and wish the empty darkness..
an empty dark good-night.
Roosty
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 11:06 AM UTC
I went lost in thoughts ahead,
too many reasons to hide
only by a fist over my chest,
so lapsing into the divide
of an untamable passage
for I couldn't make up my mind.
Still on my way to stray
and drag myself through the morning,
with an ashy army of tones
lingered in there, softening my mind,
playing along I almost drove you away.
Unless my best bad idea,
the one I hatefully called for more,
long exposure and a trace bounced off:
the right this fever got to have...
so the rain and so the sake
that I've known being just for my own.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC
As I gaze upon her,
Seeing her soon to be limp body awestruck in horror,
With the sharp blade clutched within my own hand,
Wondering if she knew this has always been planned.
Only if she knew how easy it would be for me to break her,
Only if she knew how easy it would be for me to torture her.
Fear is what I love,
For fear is what wasn't sent from the so-called "up above".
Oh how I love seeing her trembling body shake,
Seeing the tears flow, for this is no mistake.
I shall soon be the last thing she sees,
All I can hear her say is please,
Please don't do this,
Please we can get through this.
Please please please.
ENOUGH, is all I have to say to make her want to run away.
Enough of the lies you threw at me,
Enough of this fake reality,
For now there will be nothing but brutality.
Soon you will be finished and no one can hear your last cry.
So all you have to do now is say goodbye,
Goodbye to the life you once had,
Goodbye to your mom and dad,
Goodbye to everything you loved,
For we both know there is no "up above"
Nothing but total darkness swarming and eating you alive.
Darling, this is a battle you will not survive.
Shhh, there's no need to fret,
For we haven't even started yet.
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
It’s morning. I woke up. It’s hatefully grey.
I’d close my eyes and go back to sleep.
Thoughts wander around me like chimeras
And weave their nets from all sides of me.
I think I’ll make one of them just a reality:
I’ll make some coffee, there’s no other way.
The day won’t work out without coffee.
And there’ll be a mess in my head anyway.
I’m up. What a nebulous nasty morning.
It shamelessly drives me crazy at all.
And why did I suddenly feel wholly
That I know all about myself?
What a fool?
What a phenomenal wacky silliness!
What a criminal irrational nonsense!
I thought that tomorrow is really fatal
As it was in the same way for years.
And what is in point of fact?
Where’s tomorrow?
All colors around me are totally dim.
I try to find my previous strong energy,
But only monotony is all-around me.
It was so simple yesterday, but now it’s ugly.
My coffee’s sneezing. It’s got a cold.
Well, I’ll go to live just like that, don’t look behind.
And I will live as long as I can, with no support.
May 2, 2025
May 2, 2025 at 5:46 PM UTC
Quiet White Boys
wearing awkward glasses
sporting clean haircuts
and boring polo shirts
keep to themselves,
don’t know how to draw boundaries,
don’t know how to reach out,
and don't know how to reach inward.
They eschew the material world
in favor of a false digital one,
and there, in the simulacrum,
they find a modicum of validation—
a reinforcement of a kernel
of a horribly flawed idea:
that they have somehow been more victimized
than the victims all around them—
the women,
the racial minorities,
the people afraid to practice their own religion,
the people afraid to live as their true gender,
the people suffering with mental illness,
the people suffering with domestic violence,
the girls who were sexually molested,
the girls who were *****
and so on,
and so forth.
The Quiet White Boys
learn that they are victims
from other Quiet White Boys,
and together they conclude
that, because they have been victimized,
they may therefore
act heedlessly, aggressively,
hatefully, mercilessly
in furtherance of
what they view to be justice.
But it is a distorted, fractured
version of justice
that they seek—
fetishized by the red, screaming faces
with loud megaphones
and debilitated, sickly hearts
in the digital basement
where the Quiet White Boys have chosen
to live.
A torch-carrying mob
has never delivered real justice—
not once in the entire history of human civilization, in fact—
and a slate gray Dodge Challenger
barreling into a crowd at fifty miles per hour
is not an instrument of justice, either—
it is just a reflection
seen through a shattered mirror.
And shattered mirrors
don’t come unshattered
simply because other
Quiet White Boys
are gazing into them with you.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC
Improperly inviting
Mutually corrupt
Soulfully repulsive
Wickedly tempting
Hesitantly falling
Inadequately open
Eagerly fearful
Lovingly ready
Sitting worthlessly
Sulking desperately
Thinking hatefully
Hurting intimately
Facing reality
Clinging dreamily
Losing stability
Loving lonely
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 11:19 PM UTC
Feeling empowered by president-elect
Trump, racist groups are emerging,
While in the past couple weeks
The number of hate crimes has been surging.
Over the past weekend a group
Celebrated the recent election
With Richard Spencer giving a speech
That shows the group's true complexion.
Spencer, current leader of
The National Policy Institute,
Ended his speech with "Hail, Trump!"
While listeners gave the **** salute.
The speech, referring to a "great struggle"
Of the white race--"people of the sun"--
Was full of white ethnocentric
Jargon, boldly and hatefully spun.
Sounding like ****** in MEIN KAMPF,
Spencer is one who advocates
Ethnic cleansing all across
Europe and the United States.
Groups once on the fringe now feel
That Trump and Steve Bannon provide
A platform for them to spread their hate
And bigotry nationwide.
Unless Trump speaks out and condemns
Hate groups using his name to spread
Their racist messages, then this country
Faces scary times ahead.
- by Bob B (11-22-16)
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC
The morning is interesting!
It can also be VERY boring....
However, the fact that i act like i ignore the magic of the morn shows that i am close-minded to something as exciting as opening your eyes to LIFE.
Ever have the feeling of waking up numb?
Waking up oblivious to both the world and your peers?
Boarding up your ears and shutting the shades that cover your eyes because you feel like the morning is as close to the moment before you die?
Trust me.
I CAN understand (or maybe you cant reciprocate with me)
But.....a cup 'o foldgers coffee and a sweet spongy pound cake could take that ****** feeling away and give you an oppurtunity to avoid apathy and floating aimlessly and hatefully through the world.
The caffeine thats currently flowing through me makes me want to create for somebody; ANYBODY for that matter.
Be the cause of laughter after a corny joke i make.
Or maybe just whisper sweet somethings to a beautiful girl that enjoys my corny ways.
What i would like to say to you is....
How are you feeling?
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
Tears rushed down her face .
Winter cold hardened her heart.
Memories were lost.
Her eyes dismissed his .
As the rain poured hatefully.
The rose was no more .
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
If I know you lie
And I know you hurt me
Then why oh, why
Do I look at him with so much envy
When I see you hugging him
Why do I let it get to me
Why did I let you hurt me
Just as you continue to do so
I ask questions I'll never know
And neither will you
When you kiss him
It hurts me
Just the same when he kisses you
This much you knew
But you don't care
And I despise that
But I still love you
But hate you equally
I glare at you hatefully
Yet I stare at you lovingly
And still wish
To give a soft kiss
And whisper in the mist
But as I stand outside
Peering upon and inside
I see someone invading my space
Deep down I knew you would replace
My true love with his lying face
I stand out side looking in
See you and him stand
Together again
Hand in hand
I stare at your face
Drip a crystal blue tear
And vanish without a trace
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 8:07 PM UTC
Listening to a phone call
My dad to my grandparents
I find what's going on
My dad fighting his bitterness
Striving to move on
And my mom wants some court hearing
To settle or something
Wouldn't really be good for her
My dad is being nice really
He would benefit
Get a healthy sum of money
But he doesn't want that
He wants this to not happen
He wants to go back in time
But mostly, he doesn't want reminders.
Throughout this, I have found a few things.
I respect my parents much less
I have no home any longer
My mom is an idiot
Of course she is, she started this
Didn't she?
Or was it some doctor my dad
Forbids me to see any longer?
That somehow
After seeing this man, my mother looked
Hatefully at my father for months
Before telling my father she wanted to
Tear our family apart.
Or was it a coincidence?
I don't know
Of course there's things that I don't understand
But I know some people stay together for the kids
Are we not worth it?
Very few things make me cry
But when they told me
I did.
And I hate it.
I hate this situation
My parents
I just want to graduate and start my own life
I'll do it right
Get married once
Have happy and healthy children
Enjoy my job
Stay in love forever.
I suppose their feat was quite remarkable
They decided to get married after 2 months
And stayed together almost 17 years.
I can beat that.
I have to.
I'll stay married forever when I make that choice
That commitment
That covenant
I need to show them how I feel
How angry I am
But I won't
Because I don't want to make this worse on them.
I just can't...
It's not right.
None of this is.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC
curiosity ...
involves a will
to question
a facility not needed
when you have blind faith
in shock jocks who compellingly
save you the trouble
there is power in persuasion
a voice with sonorous conviction
that corrals you into what to think
burrows into a small mind
like a god-voiced ear wig
quelling the notion
you are not so sure?
Pauline has the courage
to say what
you are thinking
or the audacity
to fill an empty vessel
that had nothing
but a nascent fear
that blissful ignorance
was under attack
so gather with the herd
know you are not alone
the mediocrity shepherds
will reassure you
that you are all together
it’s them that are different
it’s them who are hatefully wrong
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 1:21 AM UTC
Desperate and lonely
you need someone for holding
but that's not how you know me
so you just call me homie
when looking for comforting company
to give aid to your conforming country
then you just start hatefully hunting
to prove you are... something.
You say get in the whip
like you're cool and you're hip
you sound like a **** that is dip
but I need your script in my wrist
so I hop in your motor vehicle
hoping for a hopeless miracle
that you'll stop acting satirical
and break out that bag that is spherical.
That shot must've not sat right
you've been looking for a fight
all narcotic night
your sardonic sight
has been on pointed humor to get me annoyed
but I don't feel like Robert Downey Jr. or Pink Floyd
when you interrupt my ****** stupor to argue like boys
I just want to be a user drama devoid.
You spit and stunt
telling me if I don't roll the blunt
I can get the **** out of your car
I ask why you're acting hard
is it emotional scars?
Or Xanax bars?
This planet's marred
with cancer hearts
you play your part
by trying to act cool
thus making the world colder
you look like a piece of stool
but think you're a soldier.
My shoulders shrug high
saying I don't want to be Drug Guy
so there's no need to be unkind
we can talk about this sometime
once you're unblind
but until then
see not me
with your peacocking
you seem cocky
but scream softly.
You call me a *****
I say try me and you'll see
it'll only be fueling
an endless cycle of dueling
but you want to be the crazy one
so your choices are hazy ones
and your ideas lazy ones
like playing nun
for gaming funds
then regarding yourself as a mature man
everyone can smell your manure ****
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 8:07 PM UTC