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I was born in Paris, and I haven't moved, except until now - I live in the suburbs and I hate it.

quote by Luc Ferrari
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I stayed three weeks in Paris, fell in love with the city, and decided that I was born to live in Paris.

quote by Ed Bradley
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I Hate...

I hate,
hate that I can't trust
I hate,
hate that I must lie because they'd rather believe I'm fine.

I hate,
hate who I've been.
I hate,
hate to make decisions.

I hate,
hate that I can't hate those I should.
I hate,
hate my life.

I hate,
hate that I can't die.
I hate,
hate to live in fear and hate.

I hate,
hate my uncertainty.
I hate,
hate the lies people tell me.

I hate,
hate that I believe.
I hate,
hate those that wish their lives were mine.

I hate,
hate all emotion that's mine.
I hate,
hate that I need others.

I hate,
hate my own d*mn incompetence.
I hate,
hate that there's so much to hate.

poem by Dama Tristeza
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10 Things I Hate About You

I hate how you left me without any sign,
I hate that you moved on without saying goodbye,
I hate how your smile makes me give in,
I hate that your always making me want to caress your skin,
I hate how you can't talk to me when she's around,
I hate that when she leaves you look me up and down,
I hate how you made a mark in my heart,
I hate that you let us drift apart,
I hate how when I say I hate you I don't really mean it,
But most of all....
I hate how you know I can't hate you.....
And never will.

poem by Nina Komar
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Paris(Lil Sis)

Paris is her name
Paris she beautiful
she got a pretty smile
pretty walk
pretty size
Paris..
Nice
cool
real
short
loveable person
Paris
take what u got and work it
let your haterz hate
your haterz are your biggest fanz
show that beauty
stop hiding it..
To My Bestfriend/ Lil Sis Paris Aka Mizz Killin U H**z

poem by Angel Wade
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I hate you!

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate the things you say
I hate the way you think you have a right to hate me
And I’m starting to hate your face

I hate the way you make me cry
And I hate the words you say
I hate the way you push me
And I hate how you haven’t tried

I hate the way you make me feel
And I hate this pain
I hate the way you think of me
And I hate this stupid game

poem by Kathleen Franklin
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I'm Glad

I would hate to have been Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
I would hate to be a doctor
I would hate to have been born white black to have been born female I would hate it if I were born in the 50 60 70 or 90's
I would hate to be a NFL player
I would hate to be a billionaire
I would hate to be a hip-hop artist
I would hate to be a non-believer
I'm glad that i am who i am
Always changing
I'm glad that God calls himself 'I AM WHO I AM'
Never changing

poem by Deci Hernandez
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I Hate...

I hate that I still think of you
And that I want you around.
I hate all the memories
Because you kept my feet on the ground.
I hate the fact that you’re happy.
Even without me in your life.
I hate that you’re always on my mind
And every day seems to be strife.
I hate that you’ve moved on
And I’m just a faded memory.
I hate that she’s the one beside you
And even more that it’s not me.
I hate that even in my anger
I can’t and still don’t hate you the way I’d like.
I hate this feeling I have
It feels like I’ve been stabbed with a spike
I hate that my heart aches
And I can’t get it to go away
I hate that you’re gone forever
And in my heart again you will never stay.

poem by Simply Here
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When Niki and I moved to Paris, there was also the challenge of Paris, an extremely daunting city.

quote by Harry Mathews
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iHateYou

I hate you, i hate you. I want you to die.
I hate you, i hate you. You make me cry.
I hate you, i hate you. You say you dont care.
I hate you, i hate you. It just isnt fair.
I hate you, i hate you. The tears will not stop.
I hate you, i hate you. One day i will pop!
I hate you, i hate you. It soon will be clear, i will learn and love not to live in fear. When your not always on my back, waiting for that day when everyone wears black. I hate you.

poem by Poem Queen x3 Meh
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I Hate (pleas read and vote! ! !)

I hate the way you make me feel,
I hate that you think you can read my mind,
I hate crying over you,
I hate that you say you care but you don't,
I hate the way you talk to me,
I hate the way you snap over little thing's,
I hate that you don't trust me more over then
someone who did worse then I,
I hate being a prisoner and a segregate mother,
I hate that I can't breath around you with out getting
yelled at.
I hate being accused of eating to much when I only eat
1 or 2 meals a day,
I hate of thinking of pro's and con's of living with you,
I hate of being a scrub,
I hate that I hate of being in this apartment that I live in,
I hate being so unhappy,
I hate that I'm about to cry right now,
I hate being a closed curtain,
I hate being the least favorite,
I hate that I hate my body because you criticize me about it,
I hate how you feel when you come home,
I hate of being scared of the time when I'm with friends,
I hate that I think your hiding me,
I hate that I love being invisible sometimes,
I hate that I'm sorry for hating,
and I hate that I hate.

poem by Melissa Schreuder
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Paris, Please Accept Me, As A Human Refugee

paris................
o paris................
Y paris................
the patience, eating the happiness
the pain, eating the patience
and the pain, eating the pain
I AM SICK, paris
treat me, sister
paris................
o paris................
Y paris................
exile, on my papers
restrained, ..
in my lines
so free me, paris
treat me, paris
I BELONG TO YOU, ..
sister
my home, the colours of MONET
my room, is a water flower
my air..
is the scent of FRANCE
and my refuge..
is a place by RENOIR shrine
so take me paris..
as your..
renoirian..
REFUGEE.

poem by Ahmed Khaled
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A World Filled With Hate

This world is filled with hate

Hate against life
Hate against your friends
Hate against your pet
Hate against the rain
Hate against a busdriver
Hate against your teacher
Hate against your parents
Hate against your brothers and sisters
Hate against a difficult game
Hate against your job
Hate against the way you live
Hate against your body
Hate against a withering flower
Hate against a not-working car
Hate against someone hurting you
Hate against a child that doesn't obey
Hate against the cloudy sky
Hate against God
Hate against the death

So much hate in everyone of us
We're filled with it

But only a little dropp of love
In this hate filled world
Could overcome every bit of hate

poem by Angel of Death
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I Shall Not Be Moved

You will take my breath away,
Gild my heart with your love-
I shall not be moved.

My eyes will gloat at your sashay,
My lips will droll at your pulchritude-
I shall not be moved.

You will come with religions of faiths,
A heap of mountains you have moved-
Still I shall not be moved.

You will give me strongest of philtres,
Your touch will erect my one weakness-
But I shall not be moved.

You will light my darkest paths,
Move me here to there-
Yet I shall not be moved.

You will sing our song,
Your love for me will exceed eternity,
Even then, I shall not be moved.

You will live for me,
Die for me- For the last time-
I shall not be moved.

poem by Isunge Mwangase
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I Hate You.

I hate the way you dress
I hate that you are a mess
I hate your eyes
I hate your lies.

I hate it when you talk
I hate the way you walk
I hate your smile
I hate your style.

I hate your arms
I hate your charms
I hate your face
I hate your place.

I hate your hands
I hate your plans
I hate the way you think
I hate it when you drink.

I hate when you call
I hate it all
I hate it that you are true
I hate you when I’m blue.

I hate you when you sleep
I hate you very deep
I hate the way you kiss
I hate to be like this.

I hate your touch
I hate you much
I hate myself more
I hate that’s you I adore.

I hate, I don’t hate you a bit
I hate, I will have to admit
I don’t hate you, Not even small
I don’t hate you at all.

poem by Patricia Perez
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I hate my life

I hate this second
I hate this minute
I hate this hour
I hate this day
I hate this year
I hate my life
I hate my family
I hate my friends
I hate that i cant do anything right
I hate that i cant die right now
I hate that you wont die right now
I hate this world
I hate that i cant express my feelings
I hate that i cant find the right knife
I hate that im still writing this poem
I am going to say good bye to the world
even if the world dont care
the world did this to me
so the world can live without me

poem by Josh Kingsbury
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Down And Out In Paradise

Dear Mr. President
I live in the suburbs
It's a long way from Washington , D.C.
Had me a job
Workin' for wages
Till the company moved out
And they forgot about me
Can't draw unemployment
For some unknown reason
My kids are hungry
I've got four mouths to feed
I go out every day looking for suitable employment
Do you think there's something you could do for me
Cause I'm
Down and out here in paradise
Down and out and I'm on my knees
I'm down and out here in paradise
Looks like the milk and honey
Done run out on me
Dear Mr. President
I used to be a dancer
Got a little bit too old
So I became a secretary
Married a man
In Las Vegas, Nevada
And ten years later
He ran out on the kids and me
Some said I was pretty
But those days are over
Now I've no place to live
And I'm out on the streets
Oh, Mr. President
Can I tell you a secret
I never ever thought that this could happen to me
Cause I'm
Chorus
Dear Mr. President
I'm just a young kid
I'm in the fourth grade
At Riley Elementary
My mom and dad's been actin' funny
I'm not sure what
If it's got something to do with me
My daddy's always drunk
My mom's a babysitter
And I don't like the Russians
Cause I hear they hate me
Dear Mr. President
Can I ask you one question
When the bombs fall down
Will they hurt everyone in my family
Yeah, yeah
Chorus

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Human Tendencıes

We can live as if we believe
We can love as him above
It is because we are born so
We can kill peoples will
We can hate as if no faith
It is because we are born so
We can film peoples theme
We can drain our brothers aim
It is because we are born so
We can turn right with unjust might
We can throw good into a villain hood
It is because we are born so
We can choose or even refuse
We can take the odd or accept God
It is because we are born so
He has give us the will to our choices
And thus all is inherited tendencies

poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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The Curious Case of Bitter Brave

I don't live for everybody's happiness
I don't live for everybody's word
I don't live for everybody's expectation

I hate to wait, I hate to move away
I hate to lose, I hate to try hard

I don't live in everybody's imagination
I don't live in everybody's world
I don't live in everybody's promise

no chain against my will
I want to walk with my own feet
want to talk with my mouth
want to see, to hear, to feel with all senses

I don't have my breath
I don't have my body
I don't have my soul

I don't know how long my heart beats last
but I want to keep little of my mind
little of sweet memory
little hope for myself

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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In Paris With You

Don't talk to me of love. I've had an earful
And I get tearful when I've downed a drink or two.
I'm one of your talking wounded.
I'm a hostage. I'm maroonded.
But I'm in Paris with you.

Yes I'm angry at the way I've been bamboozled
And resentful at the mess I've been through.
I admit I'm on the rebound
And I don't care where are we bound.
I'm in Paris with you.

Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre
If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame,
If we skip the Champs Elysées
And remain here in this sleazy

Old hotel room
Doing this and that
To what and whom
Learning who you are,
Learning what I am.

Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris,
The little bit of Paris in our view.
There's that crack across the ceiling
And the hotel walls are peeling
And I'm in Paris with you.

Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris.
I'm in Paris with the slightest thing you do.
I'm in Paris with your eyes, your mouth,
I'm in Paris with... all points south.
Am I embarrassing you?
I'm in Paris with you.

poem by James Fenton
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I have the feeling that I was born in Vienna in order to live in Paris.

quote by Romy Schneider
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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