Best Angsthate Poems


I Hate Myself

I hate myself for being me

When all I cause is misery

When love changes into enemy

I am left feeling alone and empty



I hate myself for what I sometimes do

And what I seem to put others through

I always try to keep my soul true

But you never see what comes out of the blue



I hate myself for letting myself lose her

Thought so many storms we could weather

Always believed we could always stay together

But love just never seems to last for ever



I hate myself and I always will

I have to swallow the bitter pill

Of this hate it will never have its' fill

And I am left hating myself still

A Sub-Species of Fire

In the brief gestation of a moment 
some dark force curled in you infected me; 
I didn't notice and could not prevent 
the surge of misdirected energy.

Nomadic offspring populated nerves; 
I felt their static move beneath my skin 
disrupting confidence in my reserve 
to be resistant in the face of sin.

Perverted riddles scribbled through my veins 
condensing muscle into knotted flesh 
confusing lines between my wrath and shame; 
electrifying me with raw distress.

I hate the victim I’ve become so much,
the way I break all circuits to and from
the woman-child that shrinks away from touch
not to be pressed beneath another’s thumb.

But now this restlessness; it germinates 
into a blooming sub-species of fire 
with tongue-like tendrils indeterminate; 
its petals arced like wombs around my ire.

My scorn is deeper than your shadow's fall
my tears more shallow than the hate I nurse 
I'll never march with vengeance, but I'll crawl
up in your shadow, be your telltale curse.

I'll be the fuse that flares from time to time
to fill you full with helplessness and fear
and I'll confess your sins, your sordid crimes
to damn your life with many empty years.

Live on! I'll be there in your wickedness,
a battery of rage you cannot see,
a coiled current poised to cause distress...

the way your deathlessness has been to me.

Hating You

I hate the way you look at me
I hate the way to walk
I hate the way you're always there
I hate the way you talk

I hate you for your stupid grin
I hate you're pretty face
I hate all of your many clothes
I hate that dress of lace

I hate the way you care for me
I hate the gifts you give
I hate the feeling of your skin
I hate the life you live

I hate the way you love me so
I hate the way I feel
I hate the fact that love won't die
I hate that you are real

I hate the fact that you're a saint
I hate that I'm in hell
I hate the way that I need you
I hate my icy shell

I hate when you are not around
I hate it when you dance
I hate the fact that you're right there
but I have missed my chance.


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