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The Forgiving Society, ....

he accepts his dishonesty & by doing
so he has become another virtuous man in town
people embrace him
welcoming a new brother
it was only that little spot unstretchable
that he situated himself but all is gone now
forgiven &
sometimes she wonders how easily was it done
the stains he left on her are still there
enumerable, the children hate him, and time
have been too long to institute the repair
ah, here is society, fickle and amnesiac
over things badly done
rough on sand.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hate

I am a person,
That dont love to hate
Its a word I hate to use.
Its comes from the
Darkness part of our heart
But sometimes, Humans
Don't have a choice we have to hate
I hate seeing people get a broken heart
I hate when someone breaks mine

I hate when tears
Runs down my eyes
I hate seeing people cry

I hate this word dishonesty
I hate infidelity
I hate adversity
I hate robbery
I hate getting rob

I hate battles plus wars
I hate deceits, mixed up with lies
I hate crime, mixed up with evil guys
But there are things
That can consume our hate
Togetherness, laughter,
Love eradicates all the hate
Lets use it because I dont love to hate
I only hate this feeling called hate

Copyright © ®2009, Eyan desire. All rights reserved

poem by Eyan Desir
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Hate is what I hate

Hate is what I hate
Unable to control myself
I hate
The people who live in hate
Live like a savage
Cunning and mischievous
Use money and power
Against the weak and poor
No respect for the handicapped
Treat old people
Children and woman shabbily
I hate the shameless
Arrogant
Power and money their goal
Dishonesty their forte
Humility not in their thoughts
Friends of Satan
They do not believe
In god

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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He's Got An Addiction I Can't Cure

I will hold my ground.
I will not make one complaint or sound.
Relinquish the control.
Dieing slowly all alone.
A personal endeavor.
Acting out as a fool would only do.
With expectations running out so quickly.
What will you do now?
What will you do now?
That you have pushed me away for the bottle.
For just one more swallow.
Angry and miserable and nobody to hate but yourself.
Regret is easily forgotten with another reaching of what is on top of that shelf.
I pick you up only to watch fall right back down.
You take a swing at me and I just walk the other way.
I'll see you on a very sobering day.
I know you are waiting on and wanting the company.
But not when you hate, not when your slurred words are nothing but pure venom.
So say it again I hope your happy.
I never took a damn thing from you that was not given freely.
Let god be the true judge.
Say it with me all will be forgiven.
But even at that the thoughts of what I know still it crosses my mind.
Things won't change.
Once an addict always addict.
A promise that is but an impossibility to keep.
Oh but I swear.
A repetition of a constant repair.
But this time you just cant fix it.
This time I won't just forget it.
This time is not like all the times before.
Your second chance came and went.
And now I only see what is relevant to the here and now.
I hope you are proud.
Let the guilt eat at your soul.
For I regret nothing.
The only mistake was not doing it sooner.
Trust is not as easily given to those who betray no matter the reason.
No matter how good the flavor or season.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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I Hate It

i hate this stupid world
and the place i have in it
i hate this stupid house
and the life that its finished

i hate this computer
so ragged, so slow
i hate all the things
that i do not know

i hate the way words
can bring a person to their knees
i hate that hearts
break so easily

i hate that people die
when theyre oh so young in age
i hate it when my book
is oddly missing a page

i hate it when you cry
and won't tell me what's wrong
i hate the way people write random stuff
and sing it and call it a song

i hate that life sucks
and always will for me
i hate it that we can't
go on living happily

i hate it that i like you
when you so obviously don't like me back
i hate it when my parents
never cut me any slack

i hate it that im breaking
and nothing can fix the truth
i hate my wounds for healing
and not staying to give proof

i hate that i hate so many things
yet i don't regret a bit
i hate it that i don't always hate the days
when i feel like shit

poem by Something Changing
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From Childhood To Manhood

He wonders why his emotions come out.

When things in his life does not go right.

Demons that he struggles with and fight.

He wonders why his childhood family have stop communicating with him.

He wonders how things have change when we have matured.

He wonders how fast that his life went by sometimes he cry when

someone special die.

He have dreams of close people that he wish that was still alive.

He wonders why some of the people that he loved have left.

He wonders why its tough to make it in life but its really hard to go through death.

Memories that he love most that ended bad.

Which he truthfully knew that person who he could get along with the most out of any other person.

His heart is sunk down, but he is truthfully hurt with so much pain.

Sometimes he feels that things will never be the same when it rains.

He wonders why his friends that are alive have change since we grew.

All that matters if only that they knew.

Money never matters to him.

Because his family and friends was his support that makes him have a strong heart.

He wonders how will he die only time will tell as years pass by

He only live by the truth not by a lie only whats real that meets the eye.

poem by Anteaus Berryhill
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The rain is gone

You got wet clothes to dry
A face to wipe some droplets of rain
Some stains
On your breasts
Kissing stains
Some bluish marks
On your thighs
You always say
These things, stains and bluing
Happen
Because of the rain
The rain that refuses to leave at once
And you are caught to his embrace
You always say the rain
Is responsible, one season to blame
Why these things, these stains cling to your body
The thoughts of rain
Leaving
Saddens you now

How you wish the rain comes back
The stains caused by him smells and
The scent of sweat makes you sway, gives
You the feeling of
Stay, I love you, stay, do not go away.

Wonder, how the rain could have removed
The stains, smell, sweat, but you say
The rain causes it, he cannot leave you

He still has the fear of getting rainy wet.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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So Long

So long, so long
Now Im on my way
So long, so long
See you all some day
Dont know where Im heading for
Turn my back and walk away
Dont think about whats left behind
Otherwise
Think about the good times
Think about the people you love
Think about the sun that is gone
And there aint no use me talking bout the things we used to do
So long, so long
Im better by myself
So long, so long
Dont need nobody else
If I fade from peoples hearts
Im glad I left them far behind
Theres one thing that holds me still
Im thinkin
The memory of your kiss
The memory of your sweet caress
The memory of you love that is gone
And there aint no use me talking bout the things we used to do
So long, so long
Got no time for tears
So long, so long
Got music in my ears
Got no time for muswell town
Gonna look around now
My old town was good to me
But oh...
Guess Ill say so long now
Dont even say a word
Ill turn my back and walk away, but oh...
The day that Ive seen everything I promise to return
So long, so long
Now Im on my way
So long, so long
See you all some day
So long, so long
Now Im on my way
So long, so long

song performed by by Kinks
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No Place For It At All

I have forgiven you.
I have!
There is no resentment,
Stirring within me that brews!
Although the images remain
As impressions on my mind!
But I don't find the time,
To relive them
Like I use to do!
I have forgiven you.
I have!
And all the things you did...
To make my life a living hell
When I was a kid!
And the tears I shed,
When I felt then
That I was better off dead!
When I had no bed of my own.
And you could care less...
About the mess you left us in!
I have forgiven you,
I have!
But what I had to learn,
Was to forgive myself
For the burning inside of hatred I carried!
I buried my emotions in my chest!
Now released.
My mind is now in completed peacefulness!
I have forgiven you,
I have!
I had to.
Resentment is something 'you' lived with!
I have no place for it at all!
You taught me not to want it around!
And to leave it,
Wherever it was noticed, recognized and found!
I have forgiven you.
I have!
Don't let that ever be your concern!
There is much more worth to my life,
God has kept me here on this Earth yearning!
I have forgiven you.
I have!
If I had not...
You would not be left,
With that thought to wonder!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hate is Such a Strong Word

I hate my life.

I hate that we have to eat whatever my parents want

Everyday

Even though I usually don't like it

They don't care

I hate that I don't live up to the standards set by my brother

And parents

I hate that I'm the stupidest one in my family

And they tell me

I hate that I'm not pretty.

I hate that I am fat.

I hate that people try to tell me that I am pretty

And that I'm thin

I'm not

They won't get over it

I hate that I can't get over little things.

I hate that boys never like me.

None have

I think they're really sweet sometimes

But they all just like my friends.

I hate that all of my friends are pretty,

And nice,

And smart.

And it makes me feel really subpar.

Even though they have no idea how much it hurts.

I hate that my friends get all the attention.

I hate that I'm insecure.

I hate that I have had an eating disorder.

I hate that I'm depressed.

I hate that I am too embarrassed

So I don't go see a nutritionist

Doctor said so.

I hate that I can't cry.

I hate that I blow things out of proportion.

I hate that I am such a drama queen.

I hate that everyone is better at things than I am-

Singing.

School.

I hate that I still have glasses.

I hate that I am so uncomfortable in my own skin

And am scared to let people see the real me.

I hate that I hate so many things.

I hate that people think no one cares-

When for me they really don't.

I hate that I have absolutely zero confidence in myself.

I hate that I've thought about committing suicide.

And that I'm such a teenage cliché.

I hate that my grandfather is dead

It's not his fault he died so near a national holiday

And no one seems to notice how much it is affecting me.

I hate that my family is always stressed out.

I hate that if my parents read this

They probably would pretend to care

Then would go and complain about how horrible I am

And how I take everything for granted.

I hate that everyone else in my family can seem happy.

I hate that I am a selfish spoiled bitch

Because I don't try to be

I hate that I don't know what to do anymore.

I hate that I'm so confused.

I hate that I hate my life.

poem by Jennie Scheihing
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For Those Wounded by Love

i've been divorced before,
been in relationships that
ended badly...
and i know the deep level
of pain and anger and loss...

where there was great love,
there will be an even greater
sense of hurt... as if the whole
world comes crashing down on you...

one of the hardest things
for me was when there were
children involved.... especially
small children....
(and all children, in a parent's
eyes are small!)

i can remember waking up at night
in a sweat hearing my children calling,
'Daddy, Daddy...'
and this went on for years!

we are human, full of goodness and badness,
darkness and light... with desires and
wants and needs...

and love is a very human thing, as
is marriage!
it's a long journey that takes
two people walking side by side...

passion carries its own responsibility...
commitments made in the heat
have to be strong to withstand
the cold...

let's be careful how we treat each other,
and how we treat ourselves...
a lot of people carry the wounds
of love, a lot of people are hurting...

be respectful enough to not do
anything that you cannot honor...
and forgive... for that's the
only way to be forgiven!

whatever happens, be respectful!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Dishonesty is being clever.

To know more is to do less.
Moderation betrays weakness.
Prudent delay is a cowardly act.
Reckless daring is loyalty.
Obedience is slavery.
Revenge is self destruction.
Cleverness is dishonesty.
Simplicity is helplessness.
Dishonesty succeeds;
Simplicity trails.
To heap pride from dishonesty
Is the dangerous end
The society is heading to.
29.04.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Are You Ready For Solitude?

if you begin to dislike people
finding stains and dirt and freckles on the face of another
if you do not like to listen to what they want to say
if you find a list of mistakes and you say they ought not to be forgiven
if you like to be with yourself as though the world is one indifferent shape
if you begin to hate and keep things to yourself like you are an alien

then, you are not ready yet for solitude
you still suffer, you have embraced the loneliness
you are still a shadow hiding in darkness

in the alienation of the self
you have inflicted the cruelty upon humanity even if you are not there yet

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Hate You, I Hate That...

I hate you
I hate that you left me stand stupid for so long
I hate that you thought I could or would take it.
I hate you
I hate that you let me go
I hate that you left me standing alone.
I hate you
I hate that you couldn't prove me wrong
I hate that I was right.

I hate you
I hate that I met you
I hate that I opened my heart
I hate that it was to you
I hate that I love you
I hate you
I hate that I lost my clear mind
I hate that I lost my direction
I hate that I lost it because of you

I hate you
I hate that I hate you
It wasn't suppose to be like this.
I hate you.

poem by Elizabeth Shadows
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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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Things I Hate About You

I hate how you laugh when I cry.
I hate how you watch me bleed.
I hate how you cheat, then lie about it even when you know I know.
I hate how you give yourself scars 'just so we match'.
I hate how you care more about how you look than how you feel.
I hate the way you ask me if I'm OK and ignore when the answer is 'no'.
I hate how you kiss me in public, just so people see.
I hate how you run away when things get tough.
I hate when you dry my tears and say 'all better' when it's not.
I hate that you left me.

But most of all I hate the fact even with all this, I still cannot bring myself to hate you. Not really.

poem by Jereldene Calvert
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Hate You.....finally

I hate that for so long you had me so fooled
I hate that I defended you
I hate that I tried for as long as I did
I hate that I ever made you feel good
I hate the time I spent worrying about you
I hate the life I gave up because I loved you
I hate that you let me settle for you
I hate that I didn’t speak up for myself
I hate that I let you believe we were ok
I hate living with so much anger
I hate thinking of you in quiet times
I hate knowing you never really cared
I hate that I can’t pretend that you ever loved me really
I hate that I let you make me feel guilty
I hate that I ever blamed myself
I hate that I loved you when I was young
I hate the way you lie so easily
I hate that you use me to make yourself feel better
I hate that you use me so you don’t have to be alone
I hate that you never considered me first
I hate that you use everyone until they are used up
I hate that you take your kids for granted
I hate that they will love you in spite of that
I hate that I have to watch you hurt them
I hate the way I tell them you’re a good guy
I hate that they are young enough to believe it
I hate that someday they will see you for what you are
I hate that despite all that you won’t change

I hate that I have wasted so much of my life believing in you.

When you ask why I don’t love you anymore…………..I wonder why I ever loved you at all.

poem by Laura Craig
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A Welcoming Of Their Own Grief

I remember a time,
When being honest with integrity...
Actually made a difference.
People had respect for those,
Who used their minds and were direct.

I also remember,
When people were not so quick...
To protect obvious mistakes made.
Or wasted the time to debate,
A welcoming of their own grief.

I remember a time,
When being honest with integrity...
Actually made a difference to leave.
And people did not pass judgement,
Before they listened to comprehend.

And today people have grown accustomed...
To ignore the message to then blame the messenger,
For their mistakes made to say as if offended...
They should be forgiven for not being accountable,
As they played unconsciously until it became too late.

And I remember the day when I walked away to leave,
This insanity to embrace my peace.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Family Forgiveness

Forgiven not forgotten that is,
The way it has to be.
For the teen that use to be,
The nine year old girl whom eyes now,
Turn to water falls with the site of the bedroom,
Her daddy not to long ago tucked her in for the night,
And her little brother and her shared their pillow fights.

Forgiven not forgotten that is,
The way it has to be.
For that teenage girl,
Knowing that her sister,
Her own bloods hand constructed all of this,
Makes it even more heart breaking.
Even after all this time has gone by,
That same teenage girl can’t understand,
Why would her own blood destroy,
Her real dads house after he is dead.
The disrespect lay there so apparent,
green and in dirt.

Forgiven not forgotten that is,
The way it has to be.
For destroying all that is left,
For destroying all that you were holding on too.
Once to be a respectable mans,
Nine year old girls play house,
But now is only just a house of pot.

Forgiven not forgotten that is,
The way it has to be,
Because she is my sister, and I have to.
It is in the contract,
And my conscience tells me so.

This will always be,
Forgiven but not forgotten.

poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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The children in black

The children in black
Where did their childhoods go
Trailing water behind
How did they become this cynical
They write words of hate
Tears of joy is no longer a term for them
How can they be so small
But hate so much
The children in black

The children in black
What happened to happiness
Are they that controlled
That everything can effect them
Don't they have the right to laugh
Why are their eyes this guarded
Does everything have to be that formal
What happened to innocence
Did it go away with the faith
The children in black

The children in black
I can see the bitterness
Can't you see the ugly truth
Bitter minds already got their minds trained
So why are children so dark
Is there that much pain
The children in black

The children in black
What happened to be open minded
Did it close like a door
Only opening for a few
Is this society that negative
That they can't see the light
What happened to love
Loving parents and friends
It must have went away
The children in black

The children in black
Their hate scares me
Their eyes make me grimace
With thier hate they can stop the world
But how is that possible when they are so young
Are their minds that easy to twist
The children in black

The children in black
I hope they will soon see the light
I don't know if it's normal to be afraid
But that's what I feel
Why do most people find it easier to be sad
Do they realize it's not
The children aren't children anymore
They're miny adults trying to impress
Why don't people realize this
Are they that oblivious
Maybe if people opened their eyes we could do something
But until then...

The children in black

poem by Lillie Ellis
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Big Brother

Big Brother your sometimes a pain,
Big Brother you've seen more than i have.
Big Brother we sometimes fight.
Big Brother you've always we're there for me,
Big Brother you've protected me,
Even though sometimes you hate to admit it.
Big Brother you helped me learn some things,
Big Brother you made a path for me in this world.
And i thank you.
Big Brother you hate to admit your annoying little sister you love.
But big brother...
I thank you.
I thank you and i'll never forget all what you've done for me.
I love you big brother & i wish the best for you.

This poem is © to
Ashley Hall

poem by Ashley Hall
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