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Hatred
A dark cruel emotion
Speaks in the darkness
Tears forming an ocean
What I hate to express
Misery upon each wave
Smash into the shore
Nothing left to save
What's my hatred for
Hatred is unfeeling
It cares for no-one
I keep from revealing
Why the pain has begun
I drown in the flood
Sadness rains on me
Soaking into my blood
Hate won't let me be
Unleashing its claw
Tearing out my heart
Dashed on the floor
Uselessly torn apart
Bleeding out in vane
An inescapable fate
Succumbed to the pain
And that ball of hate
A mind begins to slow
The hate takes hold
So where am I to go?
As my life grows cold
Emptiness infects me
A heartless disease
Blurs the world I see
Hate makes it freeze
The hate takes its aim
Sights locked in place
Playing its cruel game
Laughing in my face
The hate is mine alone
It's not meant for you
As I've subtly shown
You're a perfect view
This an inward despair
I'm angry at who I am
Broken beyond repair
I'm not worth a damn
Ugly and just a waste
A curse to be removed
All the demons I chased
As you never approved
This hate is too real
Sadness based in truth
Who cares what I feel
Another pointless youth
I can only hate it all
Everything I try to do
Ends up this withdrawal
I hate being without you
A dark cruel emotion
Speaks in the darkness
Tears forming an ocean
What I hate to express
Misery upon each wave
Smash into the shore
Nothing left to save
What's my hatred for
Hatred is unfeeling
It cares for no-one
I keep from revealing
Why the pain has begun
I drown in the flood
Sadness rains on me
Soaking into my blood
Hate won't let me be
Unleashing its claw
Tearing out my heart
Dashed on the floor
Uselessly torn apart
Bleeding out in vane
An inescapable fate
Succumbed to the pain
And that ball of hate
A mind begins to slow
The hate takes hold
So where am I to go?
As my life grows cold
Emptiness infects me
A heartless disease
Blurs the world I see
Hate makes it freeze
The hate takes its aim
Sights locked in place
Playing its cruel game
Laughing in my face
The hate is mine alone
It's not meant for you
As I've subtly shown
You're a perfect view
This an inward despair
I'm angry at who I am
Broken beyond repair
I'm not worth a damn
Ugly and just a waste
A curse to be removed
All the demons I chased
As you never approved
This hate is too real
Sadness based in truth
Who cares what I feel
Another pointless youth
I can only hate it all
Everything I try to do
Ends up this withdrawal
I hate being without you
Literature
liber
my heart is screaming may-day, "i need to
get out of here, out
of you."
i am smudged out ink on a paper,
water running down
dirty car windows.
i am
a broken elevator, stuck
between places.
(bury your heart where it won't find
an escape route, let it
pound, like a prisoner
shaking the bars,
and never let it out
"don't wear your pain too proudly",
they said, "hide
like the demon you truly are.")
i am the missing page in a dusty novel
from 1932, forgotten words
of war.
Literature
Catherina
She had chocolate curls
That skimmed her waist;
And alabaster skin,
Paper soft and worn thin,
Like all the books,
She lost herself in.
She liked to wander,
Through quaint book shops,
Breathing in the musty scent.
Sipping cinnamon lattes,
She'd sit surrounded by worn leather
Hard backs and sepia tone pages.
Wearing her little tea dresses;
With the high lace collars,
But no makeup,
She'd fawn over the classics,
Faulkner, Brontë, Dickens
Austen and Tolstoy,
She'd sigh, and lose
Herself to another world.
They all peeked out of her
Over sized hold all;
That contained her entire world.
She quoted William
Literature
Successor
Thrown in a box, shunned from the world.
(Placed on a pedestal, shown off to the world.)
Grey dust collected at the very top, acting as a soft blanket, comforting lonely days.
(Spotlights beaming on you, accompanied by astonished gazes, marveling over your glory.)
Days drag on when everything's this dark.
(They say time flies when you're having fun.)
Tallies marked on the box for each day completed.
(You pray for these days to never end.)
One more drab day to survive, with happiness deprived.
(A bright and early morning, with smiles bound to transpire.)
Energy depleting, sanity dwindling slowly.
(Shining vivid light, pores leaking
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The cold stirrings of being backstage, a cauldron of emotions float through the air - a thickened soup of lost thoughts and dreams. Sitting there waiting for a cue seeing the scenes fall apart around me words going astray, whole lines going awol to find them. And yet I was the one being affected, waiting in the silence allowed my dark feelings to germinate, being on the edge as it is unleashed thoughts and this was the result - I know it's disjointed but today is not a good day, you can tell it's not a good day when a rant doesn't even scratch the surface of the darkness
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