Self hate Poems
a self-critique
by Agustin Romano
be careful of the flower boy i say
for he cares little of art
and to him women are Marys and whores
be careful of the flower boy i say
for he rather cry about you
than to love you
be careful of the flower boy i say
cause he’s grown in shit and trash
his petals are poisonous and
will give you nothing but a rash.
......
an ordinary young man
by aditya vats
My nose is irritated again,
Zack have you seen
the heroin or cocaine
Oh great! He’s passed ou-
Move away! He has overdosed
Get him some help!
Blimey!
......
a self-critique pt. 2
by Agustin Romano
pseudo-intellectuals are whores
they know all the buzz words
they know that you need books
that are quite shit
and that you wear clothes
that don’t quite fit
Please
by Arvin Dassad
Don't tell me you love me
Don't tell me you like my taste
Not the music
Not the art
Not the lovers in my heart
Can you see the accident?
Not the murder
Not the pain
Just the blood
This silent little mess
......
Faithless
by Mohammed Irshad Shamsi
Is it only me?
Or do you feel it too?
I’d rather love and ache thirsty
than to not love and ache to blue.
I’d rather live and die
than not be born, don’t you?
Who am I kidding?
Who am I lieing to?
Call it cowering,
......
Please
by Arvin Dassad
Don't tell me you love me
Don't tell me you like my taste
Not the music
Not the art
Not the lovers in my heart
Can you see the accident?
Not the murder
Not the pain
Just the blood
This silent little mess
......
an ordinary young man
by aditya vats
My nose is irritated again,
Zack have you seen
the heroin or cocaine
Oh great! He’s passed ou-
Move away! He has overdosed
Get him some help!
Blimey!
......
Faithless
by Mohammed Irshad Shamsi
Is it only me?
Or do you feel it too?
I’d rather love and ache thirsty
than to not love and ache to blue.
I’d rather live and die
than not be born, don’t you?
Who am I kidding?
Who am I lieing to?
Call it cowering,
......
a self-critique pt. 2
by Agustin Romano
pseudo-intellectuals are whores
they know all the buzz words
they know that you need books
that are quite shit
and that you wear clothes
that don’t quite fit
a self-critique
by Agustin Romano
be careful of the flower boy i say
for he cares little of art
and to him women are Marys and whores
be careful of the flower boy i say
for he rather cry about you
than to love you
be careful of the flower boy i say
cause he’s grown in shit and trash
his petals are poisonous and
will give you nothing but a rash.
......
