Hatred Poems
Is it?
by zeynep yildirim
Worth it I mean.
The Breath and Withhold you lose trying to convey your Feelings to the World next to xou.
The Stamina you need to develop, to last beneath those crushing Waves of self doubt, self pity and self loathing.
To surrender the Ability to recognize your Reflection after having forgotten which dream to follow.
Endless Moments wasted for a shred of foreign, mindless acceptance.
How come you are ready to lose so much of yourself when you don´t even know what you´re so desperately in Need of.
Ready to thrash between wanting to go unseen and hide your Mistakes or stick out to feel an ounce of Uniqueness.
Because this is not going to end.
It is not going to end with you losing a Battle against yourself in order to blend into the Mass to the Point where you´ve forgotten your favourite colour.
Within your Lifetime the only Thing you´re going to realize is that what you´ve been looking for is right there.
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A Mistake in God’s Perfect Creation
by Christine Kuruvilla
The light will fade, darkness will engulf,
And when it's over you will not hear the cries,
Of a child who tried to hide from their words and eyes,
Burrowing himself under a pool of lies
Or the faint whisper of pain that rang in the corridors.
Or the tears that stained the broken walls,
Or the screams that echoed behind his closed door,
Or the blood that dripped on the bathroom floor.
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Pretty, Perfect Beautiful Smile?
by Christine Kuruvilla
Pretty, perfect beautiful smile,
Put up an act that makes everyone
Believe your worth their time,
Where a mask that will hide,
You from all their lies.
Sometimes I wonder,
What makes me?
Cause frankly I can no longer see.
I've been so caught up on acting
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‘’ On Humanity They Are, But A Cancer ‘’
by Brian Markey
In the cold light of day,
We do have a say,
In how we run where we live,
In a world of affray,
We can do more than pray,
Terrorists, we must never forgive.
To the depths they will plumb,
They are cowardly scum,
Who live a life of pretend,
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I Hate You
by Levi Paniccia
I’m nothing like how you wanted me to be now
I have changed how you want me to be
I’m a lot different now
Then I ever was so many years ago
And I’m here because you wanted me to be, but the way you raised me fucked me a little to much
I’m supposed to be a perfect child
I have to have good grades
I can’t like the same gender
I can’t refer to myself as a man,
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I Hate You
by Levi Paniccia
I’m nothing like how you wanted me to be now
I have changed how you want me to be
I’m a lot different now
Then I ever was so many years ago
And I’m here because you wanted me to be, but the way you raised me fucked me a little to much
I’m supposed to be a perfect child
I have to have good grades
I can’t like the same gender
I can’t refer to myself as a man,
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‘’ On Humanity They Are, But A Cancer ‘’
by Brian Markey
In the cold light of day,
We do have a say,
In how we run where we live,
In a world of affray,
We can do more than pray,
Terrorists, we must never forgive.
To the depths they will plumb,
They are cowardly scum,
Who live a life of pretend,
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Solace?
by Willem BurgerMy mind's always like I'm in a solace like I'm not gonna get older but I swear it's got no clue..that my heart's gonna crumble, stumbling over what the hell I should do,that I should say nothing's wrong that I'm always gonna stay young and not take the fall for all the blames I've seen it all, apart of me it's like a bursting seem it's gonna tare I get so scared of that one fragile golden thread the line keeping my thoughts from becoming dead is it a sign or is it what's said am I a solace to you or am I a cage to me instead?
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by baby panda
"i still think of you
...am i even surprised anymore?"
.
late night again
it's getting pointless
and it's getting
noisy in my head
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Blue Roses
by Yoko Fushigina
Long-long ago, as the ballad recalls,
In the castle with ivy woven in walls,
Under dark velvet skies, in the eye of the Moon
With sweet-scented fragrance blue roses bloomed.
Dare not to come close to the sharp spikes of white
For vermilion potion is kept in inside.
In those azure bushes, with hearts in a hand
A couple of lovers had found their end.
This story is ancient, as old as can be,
But the roses bore it for you and for me...
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