"hmph" poems
A yo Shawty,
You is lookin fine, fine, fine
Humph
Like a crisp hundred dollar bill on da sidewalk
Found between paychecks. Fine.
Lookin like that Queen off in my dreams
So I be real when I step to you
Wussup, whut yo name is, whus yo phone number?
A yo Shawty,
If I gotta, I’m a steal you from somebody.
I mean some ***** gon be ******
Cuz you gon be my special dish
Shawty ya look good
Got those legs that
Mad David Ruffin not too proud to beg.
I wann know whut’s behind those eyes that hypnotize.
Whut’s in yo head?
A yo Shawty,
Is you gotta mind to go wit yo
Fine, fine, fine, super fine ***
I see you got class. Physical beauty surpass
Named after a month cuz the thought of you last
For mo days than the rains of Noah
God couldn’t destroy this place ‘til he made yo face
I’m down fo the chase let’s run dis race.
A yo Shawty
Yeah you
Tongue ring and accessories
Make me wanna catch yo disease
I wanna inhale what you exhale
Taste whut you smell
My idea of Hell is you not by my side
A yo Shawty
I shall provide
That fire fo you to ride
I ain’t givin you no cheese
But together we can make Swiss cheese, American and cheddar
In memory of you no falsified lines
That month befo summer and at de end of spring
A yo Shawty
Let’s get togever and do da right thing.
Like a fat *** Spike Lee Joint
Roll up dat bubonic sticky green chronic
And let’s pull together
Get close like crystal when we toast
Every anniversary Cristol in the crystal
We boast that I’m yours and you is mine
A yo Shawty
You lookin
Fine, fine, fine.
Hmph.
Like a crisp hundred dollar bill on da sidewalk
Found between paychecks.
Fine.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 9:46 AM UTC
I have precisely not one but two stalkers, two malaise menaces in my hands. Well, not quite literally.
Its all in my head, you see.
They pervade my robust, iron clad, sheer willpower.
Hmph, not really.
The two little rascals, attractive ones at that, present themselves during frenzied times of scattered notes, inked fingers with frustration crashing in the air.
Frustration grows ever-so-slightly when they efficaciously whisper to you, it will only be five minutes.
They leech time off my circadian clock, inevitably painting black under my eyes.
A pair of smooth-talking liars, the scourge of the Student Underworld.
Their flamboyant, beguiling gestures of distractions, alas, it is far too much even for
my
mind.
Even doctors cannot prescribe a medical concoction to rid me of these pests!
Beware these criminals!
They need to be obliterated, removed, pruned away from us, young innocent seedlings.
I introduce you to... ughh...
Mr & Mrs Procrastination.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
Plain brain game,
droopy eyes,
shaking thighs -
Why am I back here, again?
Great laughs -
ha, ha,
ha -
peeing cycles increasing
to release
the awkward current
forming armies
of goose bumps
around my thoughts -
My Friday night
has just begun -
but it feels
like last week's ****
Same tickling fear
tied in a knot,
as I seal my
heart
with more dishonesty;
these distracted strangers
don't know any better,
any better than me, anyway -
"Love is just a state of mind,
the heart knows better,"
hmph -
intuition feeling
a tad under the weather -
Not good enough,
I should've known better..
Jan 29, 2012
Jan 29, 2012 at 1:30 PM UTC
As a young child I wanted a right hand.
one to ride with my vibe.
a person I don’t mind to see me cry.
i want a love so strong that it is a sin to the world eyes.
i laugh you laugh...shhhhh!!! I can be corny at times.
when one cries we are there to uplift, because love won’t let the inner die.
you Guernica
i Pablo Picasso
you humbling shinning by my side
tru love is what i’m looking for :)
feel this............i bathe you in a fruit bath
to wash away the world stressful sin.
i dry you off then rub you down with warm oil hmph !!
let the magic begin :)
then we make love like the world is going to end.
just to wake up to see the sunrise again
that was a young child
who became a man
still wanting that right hand
Tru Love Is What I’m looking For :)
as my old skool soul wraps around your heart.
the piano sound dances with the wind
because it has found the thing it’s been looking for.
if i said it once i will say it again
tru love is what i’m looking for :)
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 11:39 AM UTC
Namaz was less prayer and more about
Standing beside Amma and mirroring her,
When as a toddler I stood on the chataai
Murmuring as she did,
Bending down as she did,
Resting my head on the floor
And then waiting to come back up
When she did,
Some days I'd be so sleepy I'd sway on the mat,
Only to be jolted up by an angry Hmph! from her side,
Some days the patterns on the mat seemed like
They were God's silhouette- something she always denied,
Times of silently bonding with the Almighty and the Amma,
Slowly faded into me deciding to pray solo,
When the hour of maghrib coincided with a
Mother-daughter tiff,
And even when we stood praying side by side,
I'd make it a point to not let our sajdas coincide,
On the mat laying bare our rifts and divides.
I wonder if Amma noticed me daydreaming during prayer,
My musings whether God understood English,
My requests to Him to make that crush like me back,
My teenage self angrily bubbling at her obtrusions to my 'freedom'
As she prayed and prayed for me.
Years have passed,
And how I'd love to synchronise again,
The pace of our prayer, the length of our sajda,
But the days, and this new house,
Are now ridden with so much more clutter,
That, though the chataai has stayed the same,
There's not enough space to accommodate
Both daughter and mother.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
*A Story of Scientology and the Mental Health System Connection
SEEKER*
Now I can hear you saying to yourselves,
"So. You said you were smart. Why did you get involved with a crazy cult like Scientology?" Well. Two reasons. 1) I was raised an atheist (Humanist), but had a seeker's soul. I became very spiritual, like I said. I also had a desire to HELP people. Humanity. I still do. But because I had a godless upbringing I was left open to deception. And 2) I found a boyfriend. Or, I should say, he found me. One of Scientology's tried and true methods of recruitment.
I had another friend, a ***** Jewish scientologist (yes, there can be that sort of thing, as you can be "any faith" and still be a scientologist... hmph!). She introduced us. I was impressed by two things. He was an instructor at the "Mission". And he could tell you things that seemed psychic. One of the procedures for impressing people to sign up for classes and "processing" was this. Doug would position you in a certain part of the room. He'd have his back to you. Then he'd tell you to walk away from him... then stop abruptly.
**He'd be able to tell you when you stopped!** And he could do it every time! This really impressed me. Until I found out he looked into the reflective surface of a large glass covered poster that was on the wall! Lol! What a con artistic magician HE was! HA!
I was totally gone over by the registrar (salesperson). She stuck to me like glue until she FINALLY figured out, Yes! I had NO MONEY! So I didn't get any training or processing. Which was a BIG part of why I stuck around. I didn't even read "Dianetics" by L Ron Hubbard. Doug told me a little about it. But most of his energy was expended trying to get in my pants... a fruitless endeavor to say the least!
He was instrumental in getting me up to Phoenix for the fateful "Flag Orientation Tour". The recruitment campaign which would change my life forever...
Where I signed my life over to Scientology's Sea Organization for the next BILLION YEARS.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC
I got asked today "Why writing?"
"What are you going to do with that?"
Without a chance to answer I went
within myself and asked myself those
same questions.
I figured out why and here's what as well.
I want want to be a writer and a professor
so that I can shape people's minds into a
mold of clay so mushy and shapeless into
something that will enable them to turn into
anything they want. I want to write lines
that keep people on the edge of their seat
waiting to read the next line only to realize that
they are on the last line of the final stanza.
I want my students to read my poetry and
say "wow this professor really knows his stuff"
I want to be able to gain so much knowledge
from my education that I will make minds tremble
like earth quakes to create grand canyons within their
undeveloped minds. I want to impact the world and
leave something for it to learn from. Not just by those
who are going to remember me but remembered by
a piece of paper that other professors tell their students
"write a critique on this and bring it in on monday."
Don't you go telling me that "I'm wrong" that "I'm wasting my
time" because at least I know where I'm going
and what kind of mark on the page I want to leave behind.
I tell you now all those that doubt that I'm going
to get there. I will and all I have to do is show you.
And all you have to do is believe in me, trust me,
encourage me but do not put me down because you
wait and see that I will become the man of my dreams
because he's someone who's going to be someone you
lean on to care for you and read when you're having a
terrible day.
I tell my fingers to type and they type
I tell my fingers to write and they write
I tell my fingers to wrap themselves around
a writing utensil so they can create worlds
of envy, of anger, of a beautiful existence
that will make people cry.
Now let me ask you.
What will you do with your life.
Who are you going to teach and
why are you into what you're into?!?
ANSWER ME THIS AND DO NOT RUNAWAY BEFORE I ANSWER. YOU COWARD.
YOU with your double standards. Why do YOU
want to teach? why aren't YOU doing what you've
always dreamed of? Just cause of insecurities. Hmph.
such a weak person and quick to influence.
At least I know. oh I know and i'll show the world
that I can do whatever it is what i want in the world.
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 10:18 PM UTC
a
self inflicted
self indulgent
kind of pain and pleasure moment
stuck between a whip and feather
one is close
but the other's better
one would ask
why do I bother
maybe it's cause
of an absent father
truth be told
i'm all the better
with these instructions
worn and weathered
pick up your head and soak up all the rain
lift up that chin and wash that pain away
all can be fixed with soap and water
even the pain of loveless daughters
pick up your bags but throw your cares away
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 11:39 PM UTC
I wonder who these bosses think they are, bossying me around like some kind of slave. Tea
at 8,tea at 10,tea in between every break. Do they
know the fatigue from the stairs? I sincerely doubt, not with their password controlled elevators.
The other day one of those big men amused me. Mbu tell me Celia, why do u charge the same price even for people who take no sugar. I barely held bac insults and instead said, now if I were to charge according to how much sugar you take, I would charge those that take the price of quarter a kilo since I neither buy in spoons nor cups. And then for you that don't take sugar I would charge for the fuel used to boil the water.
hmph, men!!
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 9:45 AM UTC
The severity of the seriously
scientific professoring of poetic licenses
severing limbs
and one's sanity to turn
into a lackluster one dimensional
word
for word
matter of fact, i.e. Flat.
Now there is research and refined references
like mad-haired alchemists
having mixed two tinctures
wrongly
such liquids
exploding
whilst hypothesized
unremarkable through their myopia
faces intimate with the thickest book
make out session
with the obtuse...
A bureau, hmph
an organization dismissing the muses
and the breath
that we devour
a study on the facets
and romance
with life
written art works
spoken odysseys
magnanimous numbness of verb
magic of lustrous ***********
of star crossed
tempests
evermore a ravenous
soul
Poetry needs no bureau
The heart is only
a lonely hunter
if love were not its prey
to feel free
and truly alive
is the honest purpose
of the written and spoken
word
of poetry
of art of happiness
dancing the night away
in sonnet streets
who do we endeavor to example
when it is our own pen that must bleed
the awful truths
that needs combustion
the foreplay of time / life whispering in italics
beautifully
breaking down
laughter's tintinnabulations
all the world
all the life
our Oyster...
But seriously tho'
what the dealio...?
when I want to hear
a fearless something
soaked
and sensual
and real
so good
the words bleed rain
beaus
utter not
the words not words but
electricity
inner watercolors murals
from the emotions
this art dreams
intermingling
touching prose of roses
its scent a ghost
thick in the recollection
of farewells
the experiences we parallel
all in literary gusto
somehow
communication
erected from **** tube boxes
and artifice waves of wide webs
the slang jive
secret languages whined
signs and pics
depicts inflicts these times
slays the joy
and lovely words
of tiding of wise sayings
you say
with Monet expressions
your a lovely day
ignite me
the Beloved / the songs
the sun
a face of love
a glow
Do you feel me?
lub dub lub dub
the haiku sonnet odyssey
poetry
that is Life...
Today's lesson -
(seriously)
go learn to fly
a kite.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
did you tell her about me?
of the pain i caused you?
of my problems that you no longer wanted to fix?
or of the ******* heart of yours i broke.
did you tell her how i TRANSFERED for YOU left all MY friends to please YOU
or did you tell her about the call at 4 A.M. because I had a nightmare and needed to talk to someone, to hear my best friend's voice tell me "it's okay olivia, it was just a dream"
or how i asked you to send me sad things so that i would force myself to cry, because i hadn't cried in months and wanted to feel SOMETHING other than numb
or how we stayed up until 3 A.M. in Germany trying to solve this unsolvable mess, and you cried and i cried. everything was so ****** up
or all the red mango's i put on your doorstep as a peace offering.
you knew me, but you didnt
and that's something i still can't figure out
you knew how to manipulate me into thinking it was the best choice for US.
you loved using "us"
but you never ******* encouraged me or made me feel PROUD
I showed you my ****** poetry and you just "hmph-ed" you ******* HMPH-ED
Awhile ago I felt like I was drowing.
And I didn't want to come up and show my face to you, to my mom, to anyone who mattered
you mattered to me, c.
you mattered.
but now,
my priorities lie in
gaining back everything you put away in a box
that tiny little box you labeled
branded
with your name
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 1:57 PM UTC
I am more than you know...
but a little less than perceived...
i've shadowed a soul
and feigned what's seen
the manifestation of blessings
is a pain in me...
but my heart's prayer
is truly believed...
As i enter this day...
i've got my mind set...
the death of my soul....
will be the growth of what's left...
reality...hmph...
i deny those thoughts...
as my tongue rolls
my battle's pre foguht....
The day progresses on
my feet grow cold...
as fear sets in
the cold takes hold
dragging this frost onward
i approach my world...
admonishments abound
as she breaks me heart...
shocked by her speech....
in my heart i decide...
suicide of myself
it what must be done....
as i surrender to darkness
flame burns within...
and just like that...
i'm reborn again
standing tall and strong...
looking out at his world....
i approach and reach for her...
a prayer to christ
for all he's done....
he killed me off as a child
a made a man from a son....
with my world at hand...
forward we will press
battle onward for love
not a deceptive glory....
Sep 12, 2009
Sep 12, 2009 at 4:15 PM UTC
Indeed, I can't believe it
It's been almost two years
Since we broke each other's hearts.
Ah, indeed, two years ago you got down on one knee
can you believe it?
You and I?
Were to be married?
I scoff at the fact now;
promising to never trust anyone as much
like I did you.
Looking back though,
all I see was the good in us
the good in you.
It makes me smile now,
instead of weep uncontrollably.
Finally, after almost two years
I feel at peace with your disappearance.
I remember last year,
calling you,
crying,
pleading.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
But now, I look at the phone and roll my eyes
whenever I have the brief thought.
Usually after way too much to drink. Usually whiskey.
I still am in shock. Two years? Impossible.
That means, almost four years ago we met. Weird, isn't it?
I wonder if you think of me with disdain,
or disgust, or sadness, or happiness.
To be honest, I'm not sure if I ever wish to know
how you feel of me.
The reason I write this,
well, I had a dream of you.
As usual, I write my poetry due to dreams
why not?
In my dream, I ran after you trying to talk to you
and you ran away from me, not unusual really.
You finally let me talk to you,
you invited me into your home
showed me pictures of your girlfriend (do you have one? I don't know)
showed me your success and I just smiled
I was so happy for you.
a feeling I haven't ever felt for you since we separated.
Happiness for your happiness.
Hmph, what a concept.
and when I awoke,
I realized I had finally accepted your absence.
Finally. I was free from your *******
Free from my desire to ever be with you again.
Finally. Free. Free to be free!
I went outside of my tent (I was camping at the time of my dream)
did yoga in a field full of wildflowers
kissed the air
worshipped the warmth of the sun
and let you go.
Finally. Free. Finally.
Almost two years later.
Goodbye.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
I am in a Illusion
Floating in and out
I drift into my heart and see who I really love
Brothers, mom, Sister can’t lie that special ex that brought me out of darkness came to mind.
Man I love that girl to death.
But then swiftly the pain of the world creeped upon me.
Showing me all that I have lost.
Do I wanna live when the pain out weights the love that I have in my heart.
I let go hoping this is the end of the road.
I always believed in my heart I wanted to die like a soldier.
Pain in my body turn to pleasure.
My soul drifts away... I think I see the flames of hell.
Oh **** I guess it may exist... hmph!!
I did what I did, so Imma face it like a man.
I’m incorporeal
I keep moving seeing the flow that’s traveling me back in time.
My childhood quick glimpse... I took a dip.
Dinosaur
Tyrannosaurus
Styracosaurus
Megalodon
I can see thee
Traveling this flow on the rhythm of time.
I travel to a time where nothing existed.
Only the earth
Am I in a grave
My heart cold I am alone
Are we microbes
Traveling this flow on the rhythm of time.
I’m in space its a natural mystic vibe
The stars Flow by me next the sun
I’m a drift “ oh **** its a black pit ”
I enter the pit
I’m being crushed
Gravity is crushing me
It’s
It’s all around me.
I can’t escape... I let go
As it crush me from my feet to my dome.
This is the end I’m 23
It was fun while it lasted
I’m dead I’m gone
The young man who lost his love.
Gave up in the mind, and his heart cried.
I started to long this ending.
I’m numb to pain i wanna love
I can see the light again.
I am an illusion floating in and out
Traveling this flow on the rhythm of time
I wake up nevermind I’m alive
The lone wolf has risen
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 7:50 PM UTC
some moments can only be described as
"aha" paired with a deep sigh of relief
or
"hmph" followed by a whimper of distress
precious memories of time that
can only seem to be reciprocated
with a guttural noise
"mmmmm" as she falls into
the arms of another who loves her
"aaeehhhhh" as ice water
satisfies thirst by the noon July sun
moans in childbirth,
yelps of fear,
grunts of rage,
whines between tears
swoosh as the end draws near
words run
they leave
just like everyone else
and yet,
I ponder
with words:
wordless beauty
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 3:13 PM UTC
i began to smile as the very breath leaves my body.
my eyes role back.
my body goes numb.
i shake.. as you stand there with tear stained cheeks....
i cant tell what you feel..
or if youre even going to help me.
but im gone.. and i now realize where i stood with yoou.... /:
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 7:11 PM UTC
Ring! Ring!
Ring! Ring!
"Ugh..."
Ring! Ring!
"Zzhuh? Whafuck?"
Ring! Rin-
"AHEM, HMPH, ...hello?..."
"Hey, Jus?"
"Yeah man, who's this?"
"Uhh... How've you been? You okay?"
"Yeah sure man, I was sleeping but whatever. Who the hell is this?"
"..."
"Dude, don't waste my time man I'm going back to sleep."
"...Wait Justin! ...It's your dad! I just-"
"What?... Dad?... Really?"
"Yeah! I finally foun-"
SLAM
Zzzzzzz...
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
I have no idea what you're talking about
go away ... leave me alone
I don't want to do that
I don't want to hear it
hmph ..
he's got some nerve
trying to twist my mind
I'll let him have it alright
if that's what he wants...
hmm....
yeahhhh...
that's exactly what I'll do
WHACK!
ahhhhhh..
I feel so much better now
good night!
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
Dear Self , Sometimes I Wonder What It Would Really Be Like If I Really Took The Time To Love You .. If I Gave You A Chance Instead Of Ripping You Apart Piece By Piece Every Chance You Get .. I Allow So Much To Happen That I Probably Had Control Of .. I Beat You Up For The Hurt That You Had Nothing To Do With But Yet I Expect You To Be Happy Even When You Not .. You Can't Even Allow Anyone Into Your Live Without Living In Your Pass .. Sometimes I Wonder If Your Heart Is Filled With Hatred And Pain Because You Once Love The Unloved Or Is It Someone That Wasn't Good For You Because Your Scared To Trust And To Believe In Something That You Think Or Even Thought Was Real .. But I Just Can't Love When I Don't Know How My Heart Grew Ice Around It .. But I Can't Even Want Or Hope For Someone To Love Me Or Be In My Life When I Can't Even Love And Trust Myself .. Hmph Ain't That Twisted Up ? I Just Want The Unknown For Myself To Conquer What People Said I Wouldn't Conquer But I Have To Gave Myself The Respect That I Deserve Before I Ask Of That From Someone Else.. I Wonder What Life Would Be Like ... I Blamed You For Not Letting The Pain Stop ... But Really The Pain Stopped But You Can Still Feel The Pain Even When It's Over , Because Believe It Or Not You Overcame It .. Now Do Me This Favor Brianna ? Smile Look Into What Your Future Holds In The Palm Of Your Very Own Hands .. Hmph Not That Simple Huh See You Have To See It Or You Will Never See It, Meaning It Will Never Come To Pass But See I Believed In You Even When Others Didn't I Knew You Could Do When You Thought That You Couldn't Do . When Those People Left I Stayed Here But You Over Looked Me , "But Now That You Let You Shine Through You It Has Become Much Easier For Things To Happen For You Saids The Lord." Now Shine Brianna Like I Taught You To Shine .. Walk Like I Taught You To Walk Brianna .. Speak What I Told You To Speak Brianna .. Because That What Makes You Who I Told You To Be .. My Child ☺️
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
Suddenly my eyes are open
I can't move what is it I am supposed to do?
Heavy Breathing (Gasp)
Am I Dying?
I struggle to move (Hmph)
Is someone sitting on me?
I move my eyes
Total Darkness
I hear footsteps
My breathing gets heavier.
I pray The Our Father.
I can move
I can breath
But I know I am not alone.
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
H... the word I can't say because every time I try to say the word H... I stutter and stop because when I try to say it I can't even think my mouth goes numb from me getting to caught up in this stupid word
H... Hmph who needs it not me I don't need this pitiful word H... I never need it but I try to say it H... I just try... H... H... H... What is wrong with me.?
H... Is just a saying
H... Is just something you say to someone who's made you mad but you don't ever mean it...
H... Is something you would say to your parents when they won't let you go to a party or date a girl
H... Something I have to agree to disagree with it gets me every time
I will say I have to H... Something myself I totally do not like myself one bit
H... Is a strong word... But that's okay because we use it in everyday life H... I can't H... It right I can't H... A word I can't even say right...
Although I can't H... The word I can mildly dislike it
We can all go with out H...in life we all make mistakes some make more than others but it's not right to H... For the mistakes they have made
For all mistakes ive made people look to me and H... I can't stand them for the H... They give me it is hard to cope in a world of H..
For it makes use feel dark deep down hiding the H.. We feel for others I just.. I just... I just don't... I JUST CANT STAND THE FACT OF THIS WORD H... THE WORLD CAN TAKE MY H... AND PUT IT ASIDE
H... H... Why do we have to H... Why can't we just have peace and love why is H... The only thing we think about is the constant H..... we feel for this world yea I said it this world this world is filled with constant H... We as people are full of ourselves relying on H... To satisfy our lives
But as I stand here I try and try again to say the word i cannot udder H... H... H... H... Why can't i say it? I AM STARTING TO FEEL H.... I AM JUst not okay with the H... I am feeling right now....
Oh I see what is happening I am feeling it the word the H... I feel from the word H... But I will walk on and leave that word alone for a bit..
Well that's a lie and I'm sorry I am trying to stop and get rid of all my H... For that STUPID WORD H... how do I stop it how do I say this stupid word how do I say H... I just want to say it only if it means saying it once how do I say H... I am starting to H... This word
Did I ever mention my problem with the dumb things people do? I just H... The stupid things they do... Oh yes now you probably think I H... People no I just H... The stupid things they do I H... It very much so I can't stand it at all and yes going back to this people H... The stupid things I do i can say I am different from the rest yes I may be dumb I may be annoying I may be me but that gives no one the right to H... Me for being who I am...
Its so dumb to live in a world that judges you for who you are I H... This place I ******* H... IT GOD **** IT WHY CANT I SAY IT H... H... (ahhhhh) H... H... H... I don't know what to do it kills me that I am the only one who can't say this word...
I am afraid of this word I can't stand to hear it so as I go on and on I live in fear that I may one day say the word and when that day comes I will run I don't know where but I will *** from the H... I see and as I run I will H... Myself for all my life I will never forgive myself for saying this word..
If we didn't have H... We would would all live in peace, if we didn't have H... We would have no war, we have to see H... In our lives or we will all not survive... As you see no one is truly happy... Not even me I am sometimes depressed but...
...but we can't live life with H... All our lives ... This word H... Means feel intense or passionate dislike for (someone or something). So as you see you you can H... But you just can't H... Something that loves you... Because of you h... The one who loves you, you just...
... You just Hate yourself...
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC