Strutting whores of hate
strike out at the world
hating themselves for loving you
bubbling mud overflows
and demands to be heard
faltering void beneath feet
hating themselves for wanting you
crawling under skin
a loathsome town
of evil guts
hating themselves for hungering for you
scraped walls and
shudder of acerbic
words not seen
or touched but
hating themselves for all you do
beds of hate
hating themselves for adoring you
in scarlet bulbs
of death looming
larger than pain
hating themselves for touching you.
Sooooo NOT Love
How do I hate thee; let me count the ways:
I loathe you.
I despise you.
I detest you.
You're like the gum on the bottom of my shoe after a long day.
Like a cancerous spot on the temple of my life.
Like the black tar that slithers its way out of lungs undone by puffing sticks.
You're like a venemous snake, winding its way through my emotions, churning and writhing and hissing.
I hate you with a burning passion that starts at my loins and crawls up through my intestines and then to my chest, finally seeping its way out of my nostrils, to be sneezed into the toilet of life.
Aside from that, I guess you're ok.
If looks could kill
I see it spark in your eyes.
It's been ignited and I'm fearful again.
I slap you, snap out of it.
But it only growls and rumbles deeper.
Nothing can hurt me more
than the look on your face.
My heart buries into my chest,
as I hide from the thought of your pain~
within mine, it intwines.
The twisting, knots the walls of my stomach, (tight)
as I crave the embrace of your tiny features.
I move in closer to try and reach you,
but I have lost you to your rage.
I wish you knew....
what breaks you destroys me too.
I wish I could take it away
and hold you like my baby.
I miss you when you go away.
I hate that you can't stay....
~Jessi (image and poem)
An easy emotion
It makes quite a commotion
Burns from the inside out
Makes you scream makes you shout!
First comes ANGER,
Then comes RAGE!
But you better think twice
Before you let HATE from its cage!
Oh! Once it's started well it's hard to
HATE once it gets going is like a
I saw HATE once and I tell you what
It was the ugliest sight I ever did saw!
Go tell your friends
Your neighbors too
That it's best not to be hate'n
It's just bad and
I love you!
The opposite of love, not simply hate,
A fact to which many can relate.
Both emotions strongly felt,
Merely two cards in a poker hand dealt.
The ultimate result of a love that's died,
When every bit of feeling does subside.
A heart now filled with disregard,
Promulgating a soul repeatedly scarred.
Once love and hate are equally gone,
It is finally time to really move on.
Such a strong word
To truly hate something is rare
I used to say I hated this one person
Now I just nearly pity them
For no one seems to like them now.
There was this other person
I couldn't stand her
She was absolutely terrible
But still not deserving
Of the word hatred.
I think I'll know it
When I hate someone
There will be a feeling in my gut
And I'll want to stab them every day
But I won't.
I might even learn all about them
To give me a reason not to hate them
Because what is the purpose of hating
Why can't I just dislike them
Maybe there isn't a purpose.
The other thing is
If someone is being rude
It's true that they aren't doing it for joy
Nobody is that sick
So I don't think you should be so cool
And toss around the word hate
I might sound like a five-year-old
But I'm mature enough to say
Don't give them ammo, keep it in.
Hate and It’s Cure
Hate is the armpit of the English language.
Hate is a reflection in the mirror as you see your bad self.
Hate chews and feeds on your productivity like too much noise when a little quiet would do.
Hate blocks good or rational thoughts from surfacing due to dark emotion smothering them.
Hate is often confused with acknowledgment of something or someone you just don't need to be around.
Learn to recognize that Hate is a negative energy.
Hate is a real good liar.
Hate is the lid on a Pandora's box full of all wrong ideas and assumptions.
Hate leads some to revenge. Revenge is the other armpit of the English language.
Hate literally affects your health, in a disease way.
Hate becomes a roach infestation in your clean beautiful home if you don't exterminate it at the sight of the first Hate.
Can't say nothing good about Hate. The prescription for Hate: Forgiveness. A huge pill to swallow that may have to be split up to get it all down, but it works.
You don't have to forget, but you can forgive..freedom from Hate and his cousin, Revenge.
It's a very fine line.
This whole debate about love and hate,
it's an aggregation of the soul.
Your actions, your words, even as a plain dealer -
you make me loathe the spaces I must share with you.
Hate -such a short and harsh word,
but so delicious as it rolls off the tongue.
It permeates the soul, the blood and the air we breathe.
It is evident in every moment spent apart,
in every meal eaten in tested silence,
in the discussions with friends and family.
I wonder that they cannot see it hanging like a shroud over us.
Hatred - a red hat - surely appropriate.
A cap of molten lava anger at the injustice of the situation.
A snood of distaste and devaluation of life.
Red hat - so oft misread as love -but as I said
There is a fine line inked by the tiniest quill in the sand;
the shifting grains of daily life creating a fire of pure poppy red.
Conveyed in the simplest words:
I love you.
Hate, So Great.
Love is only a day's guest
To deal with momentary pests
But then comes hate a knocking
To send compassion mocking
Filling the cup with hate so fiery
That even a dictator would drop my diary.
I hate Hate
verb (used with object), hated, hating.
1. to dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion for or extreme hostility toward; detest:
2. to be unwilling; dislike:
verb (used without object), hated, hating.
3. to feel intense dislike, or extreme aversion or hostility.
4. intense dislike; extreme aversion or hostility.
5. the object of extreme aversion or hostility.
6. noting or relating to acts that are motivated by hatred, prejudice, or intolerance:
a hate crime; hate mail.
I hate Hate
I hate to say hate
People say hate
But if you think
and it tears people apart
make people never speak
tears down their face
I know what it's like
because it has happened to me
I've been broken
I am broken
Fiction holds me
but not much
I hate Hate
Because it's cruel
and people break
and not being happy
I hate Hate
and I want
to be happy
to see the
on my heart again
I hate Hate
for so many reasons
but these are just a few
and people should see
and can hurt