Hate

10 Reasons Why I Hate Assholes

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1. you take your anger out on others, and I get that maybe you're having a bad day, but before you lash out at someone, try punching a brick wall or step on a rusty nail, because that's the amount of pain you will cause to someone with low self-esteem

 

2. your arrogance astounds me, do you think the world revolves around you just because you're mad? No, it doesn't, grow a pair, suck it up, and deal with it!

 

3. you need to learn how to love again, maybe what she did to you was detrimental or what he did to you was devastating, but it doesn't matter! You both are going to find someone right for you and forget about the other... Now SHUT UP!

 

4. Offensive things are only how you percieve them, and quite frankly, the only things you should be offended by is something said about someone related to you or your significant other

 

5. Fuck You

 

6. You are the reason kids grow up to be cynical, cold, and not be able to trust others

 

7. Fuck you, again

 

8. If you're getting mad at this, think about what I said about taking offense to things

 

9. Hey, guess what? Fuck you!

 

10. Just remember, if you weren't such an asshole in the first place, I wouldn't have had to write this

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Lost to Sea

light a fire just to watch it burn
Sit across the street with empty hands
Behind a tree unnoticed, so it's not my turn 
I have infinite thoughts, but empty plans

Ending up only to be pretty hollow
Ideas only stay for portion of a second
Echoing through the empty walls. and then comes nothing
Diffusing into the air, to become a forgotten particle
and nothing comes to follow


To set the ominous breeze,
Over the most vibrant sea, that suddenly lost color
and the skies are now gone and dull
They paint the picture to not excite, but simply appease


To be trapped inside this now and empty void
With nothing but everything destroyed
To say that we are fine, and simply avoid
Now we sail, swift onto the large sea of contradictions
Too lost within, that we forget our own convictions
Letting loose the anchor of anxiety, and thus become the restrictions

 

But this is not the end,
A man aboard throws over his only friend
And a storm rolls in, and then our destination is not known
As realization becomes the new sun, and hearts are turned to stone
A daughter now deserted by her parents is overwhelmed in strife
She whimpers, but can not help wonder what makes up this sickly life
A world where people phase in, and phase out
and thoughts become ideas, and ideas become a shout
and how long does a day go on to stay out and last,
Before awesome expectations become invisible, straight into the past?

 

Will the ship find it's way to land, or sink in despair?
Great ideas no match for the roaring waves of Negativity and ignorance?
Those striving so long for a real sun, to only be in vain, deprived?
And those hopelessly waiting for relief, to be cruelly concealed, unaware?

 

The masterpiece of a book now weathered to nothing but scribbles
A great idea now hidden and destroyed by life's cruel riddles
Will the hands be strong at ease to create another inspiration?

Or will it fail to swim over the simplest waves and forget it's own foundation?






I Hate

This is me.

I'm just me.

Who am i i'm not free.

If your ugly dont come by me.

Gie me a kiss.

I'll give you a kick.

Give me a hug.

And you'll have to run.

Just so you know i'm a hater.

Not a lover.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this when i was younger, i'm not that kind of person, i like people i not a bully ok..............i have a better personality than that.

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"The Cancer In Me"

I hate cancer. And not because it kills 

But because it fucks with me! Being a cancer is worse, you wouldn't know how It feels

It's a slow, poisonous venom sinking it's teeth inside my veins

It makes me upset people in the worst ways, making them experience pain

 

And I hate hurting you babe, I hate that you hurt me 2

I can't stand the chaos I make, can't stand the thought of you

Crying, alone, in your room what's fucking wrong with me?

It's a sickness, I can't control it, it's the devil that becomes me

 

And sometimes I shed a tear or two, of anger though I bleed

I grin whenever I write these words, I hate, glad you can't see

I'm sorry that I make you sad, I'm sorry that you've hurt me so bad

But fighting through this, we will rise 

And well be together until we die

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Bittersweet

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Confliction

The salt burns the open wounds

Wounds you never knew you had

Scars you thought had healed

It burned because it was real

It stung because it was needed

Like setting a fire for warmth

Holding old snow because it was pretty

You had wished for it

You had wanted it

And now that it is there for you

You don't know what to do with it

Do we put the fire out and clean the snow

Or do we let it burn and embrace the cold? 


Love vs. Hate- Reverse Poem

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Structured Poems

Even the smallest happiness and joy

Comes with

The feeling of hate and always

Leaves no room for

Love

A feeling that is cold and hard

Only

Leaves anguish to be

Ever-present in the hearts of men

Love

After it is gone

Leaves cold, empty feeling

And anger only

Melts the ice that is left behind

Love

Is deceiving

Saying that “Love has departed”

Holds truth in its words

The belief that “Love is infinite”

Is blatantly false

“Love is always broken”

The evident lie that

Sweetens life forever

Love…

Which is fleeting and quicker to leave than a false friend

Hate

Is warmer, more alive than the dishonesty that comes with

 

Love


Not everything can be changed

 

But… some things can be reversed…

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Hey guys!  This is a reverse poem.  Once you finish reading it forward, go ahead and read it backward and gain a completely different meaning.

Haven't posted in a long while! :)

Flaws of Wanting to Feel Love

Splashes of ice
and salt,
the moment crushed in agony,
flashes of light
and blistery suns,
moons cry in pain,
in darkness of love,
yearning to see the
bright bursts of love,
plenty mourn 
and kill themselves
to be wanted,
wanted for love,
it's scary,
you know when killers com out to
play,
overview pain,
please don't leave,
the little kid in me 
screams,
the moans of the 
monsters tempting 
me to sin,
to sniff the snow,
ain't nothing in the
world free baby
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Real stuff I am going throug. 

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THE PHOENIX.

 

 
If I was an animal , I would d be a broken phoenix,

Reaching the top, dancing with the fuzzy clouds,

To show you, the pain fuelling my weak breathings,

Broken wings, anyone would be able to follow the trail,

Of ashes burning under the sun and crossing oceans,

Because the child in me never say stop,

Water or fire, are my elements,

The disguise of my pleasure ,

And if he has to listen a lies,

I forgot my address, my mobile and my emails,

I would rather take the blame,

And leave ashes , amnesia over the Atlantic,

I can see the titanic but your name never show,

I guess, you must have been in third classes,

Never stop me to reach for the stars,

I would be the filth and whisky,

Woman delirious to the prospect of freedom,

Dress lifting in the salty air,

Mans stumbling through big ideology of a new land,

And even the sea, would not crash my feeble wings,

Because in life you have to battle to win,

The rain will my mistress and the sun my prince,

My failure so to speak but this is the kid,

The phoenix died long ago,

On a summer day when dreams was allowed,

So please let me dreams a little while,

But if you stay and reach for the stars,

And talk to the tree and your little fluffy friend,

He would tell you the same thing, jumping from one tree,

To the next one, running away, to hollow space,

The shadow on the morning dew grass,

While you sip your coffee,

When I spend the night to cook a feast,

Because I never accept what could be the true,

And your words rest silence,

The trail of his ashes have already disintegrating,

Over the cold water, do you realise you pay the price,

When the sequin shall stop shine,

And glitter on your eyes melting,

is not so bad,

Because I know in my next life,

I be an animal, I shall be a squirrel,

Jumping from dead branches and defecated trees,

But under the rain or tornado,

I would never stop to dream, cos this is all we have…

You can claim the opposite in your throbbing,

When the phoenix reborn from his ashes,

And I see your regrets behind the windows,

I would take all my strength and head straight to the glass,’

Like a silly child I am! Cos in disguise, I am a Bengal tiger,

The ones who keep turning in circle in India,

And the shatter of the glass would be your jewel’s?

The tears rolling please “did you realised it too late?”

But I knew your gentle hands would pick me up,

And burn your flesh, as I would turn again to vestiges,

There is so much time a phoenix can reborn…

But it does means it does not hurt,

When you’re burning dreamless fingers,

Crawls outside the world to let the wind steals my glory tune,

Flew upon the dust I become for you.

And don’t feel so sorry for me,

Just pick the phone by the end of the day,

When the shadow falls I guess all shall have vanish,

Broken glasses, a single feather left on the kitchen table,

Don’t give up the sweet whisper, barely listening,

Will mourn to your ears but I guess it is more easy,

Seating and watch the squirrel,

Ageing but still appealing do circus acts,

Because the dust might have by then disappear crossing the ocean,

To rest and stardust, maybe the omen

Staining your folly nights,

Kid has no shame to show their last remaining moan,

Falling upon the sea,

The morning shall rise with his gospel,

To whisper, “sweet angel your lost!”

Dreams are so rare but I can see your faith hidden,

The same old lullaby holding hands with the same hopelessness,

the pill, hard to swallow to shoot me, while I was flying to you,

Because crazy peoples do crazy things,

And next time, if you see a bird surfing the ocean,

Remember, this is the gosth of your future….

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

how many time i have been reborn?

in broad daylight

score one for my narcissist
passive aggressive anarchist 
a bloody hole dark red 
in the back of his head
his constant petty torts
cloud my minds thoughts

hate controls me

in broad daylight
under a bed 
under a bed 
in broad daylight

in broad daylight
under a bed 
under a bed 
in broad daylight

i call on my muse to bless
her name is sensual goddess 
my super hero will decompress
she will drone out my nemesis
rewire the circuits in my brain
give me the colors of the rain

she signs our love infinity

in broad daylight
under a bed 
under a bed 
in broad daylight

in broad daylight
under a bed 
under a bed 
in broad daylight

play that loop again
play that loop again
and again

 

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