I don't sleep. I hate those little slices of death.
quote by Walter Reisch
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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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Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
quote by Longfellow
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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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Sleep, those little slices of death, how I loathe them.
quote by Edgar Allan Poe
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.
quote by Edgar Allan Poe
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Hatred of birds
I hate birds,
I hate that they fly and I cannot,
I hate their stupid beaks,
I hate that they wake me when I'm trying to sleep with their consistent singing,
I hate singing,
I hate they only eat bread,
There are other foods in the world, you know?
I hate that they don't have proper feet,
I hate that they have eyes on the sides of their heads,
I do not trust birds.
poem by Dark Death
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I hate that I don't hate you
I hate that you left me
I have that I fell for you
I hate that your smile haunts
I hate that you died
I hate that I can't be angry
I hate that I'm upset
I hate that you wanted this
I hate that I wasn't enough
I hate that I couldn't make you happy
I hate that your gone
I hate that I don't hate you
I hate that your laugh is gone
I hate your gentle kisses
I hate your friends for not crying
I hate that I can't stop crying
I hate that life goes on
I hate that your not actually dead
I hate your choices
I hate the drugs that you love
I hate I feel that your dead
I hate you're no longer mine
I hate the people you now call friends
I hate the men you sleep with
I hate your dad for what he's done
I hate seeing you so unhappy
I hate so many things but the one
I hate the most
I hate that I love you
I hate I would die for you
I hate I'll never get over you
I hate this new you
I hate myself for not hating you
poem by Jordyn Heal
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I Hate....
I hate the way you look at me
I hate the way you care
I hate the way you kiss me
I even hate your hair
I hate things you say
I hate the way you dress
I hate the way you smile
I hate the way you stress
I hate the way you sleep
I hate the way you eat
I hate the way you love me
And the way you treat me like meat! !
poem by April Braley
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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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I Hate That. I Hate How.
I hate that I can't sleep at night because of you.
I hate that I can't forget memories of you no matter what I do.
I hate how I look for you, and your no where to be found, your never around.
I hate how when I listen to love songs, your all I see.
I hate how I can still feel your hand In mine.
I hate how I remember looking In your eyes.
I hate how I can't get over you, and move on alone.
I hate how I still have your number programmed In my phone.
I hate that I can't take pictures of us off my wall.
I hate that you're not by my side anymore.
I hate how this Is all so true.
But most of all,
I hate that with out me, your doing just fine.
poem by Brandi kennan
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I Hate It
I hate it when poeple dont share
i hate it when poeple dont care
i hate it when theres gross supper
i hate it when i have to go to bed
i hate it wheni its bath time
i hate it when somones mean
i hate it when schools no fun
i hate it when somthing i did is over
i hate it when i dont get any sleep
i hate it when my friends are busy
i hate it when i fail on a test
i hate it when people use me
i hate it when im grounded
i hate it when im bored
i hate it when i dont get my way but
the most thing i mostly hate it
when my mom says i cant play
poem by Aubrie Hounjet
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Hate and Death
Thou shalt not hate,
For Hate is Death,
And Death is a horrid thing.
So Hate and Death are partners-
In an ugly vicouse ring.
They dance and snarl,
And knash their teeth,
And wave their snake-like tongues,
To tease and hurt and bite you,
And such air from your lungs.
They giggle and spit,
And jump and skip,
'Cause they are nasty brothers;
Death causing hate-
Hate causing death
They must love one another.
poem by Katherine Tylor McCall
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If I Could Change
If I could change myself I would I hate myself
I hate everything about me
I hate my face
I hate my hair
I hate my eye
And I hate my smile
I hate my cloths
I hate my body
I hate my life
My friends and family don’t know what i feel everyday
They don’t know that I starve myself
They don’t know that I cry myself to sleep that i want to die
If i could change myself I could but it will take some time to do that.
Sky blue
poem by Hidden Sky
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What I Hate
I hate that when I cry my eyes burn so bad
Because they aren’t used to the release
I hate that when my mom talks to me,
She acts as if we are best friends
I hate that my dad blames me for all my moms’ mistakes
I hate how my dad turns my brothers against me
I hate how when I try to help
It’s like fighting with god…
You get no where…
I hate when I want to be angry
It’s not allowed
I hate when I’m hurt I hide it
It’s like I don’t want to be heard
I hate how I feel pain makes me weak
I hate how fear brings me to my knees
I hate how I’ll never be good enough in my own eyes
I hate how I know that I’ve been lied to most of my life
I hate being right when no one believes me…
I might as well be wrong
I hate how I give up when I feel alone
I hate that when I’m tired sleep does me no good
And what I hate most of all …
Is how I never do what I should.
poem by Victoria Martinez
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Some films are slices of life, mine are slices of cake.
quote by Alfred Hitchcock
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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I hate everything about you.
I hate those who lie
I hate you
I hate your lies.
I do not know you
I hate you
I hate everything about,
You
I hate that you say you,
Care but you don't.
I hate you.
I hate for using me
I hate everything you,
Said.
I hate your voice
I hate yor looks.
I hate you.
I hate when you're,
Mad and take it out,
On me.
I hate the way you,
Talk to me
I hate the way you,
Make me feel.
I hate you.
I hate you for lying
I hate how you say,
You love me.
I hate you for treating,
Me soo cold
I hate you for who you,
made me.
I hate you.
I hate that you fooled,
Me
I hate the way you,
Stay down low.
I hate the way you,
Made me feel
I hate that you hurt,
Me.
I hate you.
I hate you blamed it,
All on me
I hate everything you,
Do to me.
I hate you for all your lies,
And broken promises
I hate the way I met you.
I wish I never Did.
I hate you with all of my,
Being.
I HATE YOU.
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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I Hate To Sleep Alone
You were the only thing I had
How could a good love go so bad
Somehow I guess I should have known
That you would leave me here alone
They say you found somebody new
But that wont change my love for you
How could you leave me on my own
You know I hate to sleep alone
Remember how it used to be
When you were here with me
You were the only one Ive known
And how I hate to sleep alone
Someday, some way, somebody new
Will make you feel the way that I do
But I just wish that youd come home
You know that I hate to sleep alone
But I just wish that youd come home
You know that I hate to sleep alone
song performed by by Cher
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Spring Sestina
it’s nearly noon and the sun slices
through the thick spring fog, dark
with winter’s gloom, heavy with fatality:
the spent daffodil’s bloom, the cut
tulip whose bulb shrinks into earth,
the dew worm mining to the surface,
the bittersweet-bellied robin surfaces
through cold air, the flight slices
until stick feet meet warm, wet earth
as eyes scan lawns and ditches dark
with winter sleep, the worm cuts
through to the robin’s charge, a fatality
among spring’s chalk marks of fatality
struck against the papery surface
of birch bark, each stain cuts
into the trunk, rips and slices
death as a jagged feature in dark
congealed blood of waking earth,
she is still there, deep in the earth,
calling her children one fatality,
then another, through each dark
season, sinking down from surface,
still air vibrates, incantations slice
through reality, scrape and cut
to the unknown, slash and cut
to another side of the dynamic earth,
the oblivious hyacinth slices
through, refuses to be a fatality
of the season and sings to the surface,
sun shines on the purple florets dark
with pride, ardent hope, like the dark
winter nights that momentarily cut
south past the equator, only to surface
after the humid summer sweat, earth
taking in her own fatality,
battered by tiny atmospheric slices,
dark proud mares issue youth to the earth,
fatalities quickly slip past yawning cuts,
slices of vitality embrace her broad strong surface
(Winner 2005 Carl Sandburg Poetry Contest, Carl Sandburg College, Galesburg Illinois)
poem by Jane L. Carman
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The Hate That I Loved
I hate that you changed.
I hate that you’re the same.
I hate that you left.
I hate how you’ve stayed.
I hate how I cry.
I hate how you make me smile.
I hate how I miss you.
I hate how I feel.
I hate how it hurts.
I hate that it’s my fault.
I hate that it’s yours.
I hate that I can’t be around you.
I hate how I’ve lost you.
I hate how I’ve found out who you really are.
I hate that I can’t tell you any of this.
But most of all,
I hate how I can’t hate you,
Not even a little.
I hate how I still love you
poem by Reggie fambro mcclain III
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But most of all
I hate that you changed.
I hate that you’re the same.
I hate that you left.
I hate how you’ve stayed.
I hate how I cry.
I hate how you make me smile.
I hate how I miss you.
I hate how I feel.
I hate how it hurts.
I hate that it’s my fault.
I hate that it’s yours.
I hate that I can’t be around you.
I hate how I’ve lost you.
I hate how I’ve found out who you really are.
I hate that I can’t tell you any of this.
But most of all,
I hate how I can’t hate you,
Not even a little.
I hate how I still love you.
poem by Marybeth Perdomo
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