Hate Growth Poems

In case you haven't noticed I'm a poet verbal usage explosive,
Wrote it to show I'm potent while showing I'm still unfolding,
With words I manage verbs...

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I choose to be just as you are, solely as you will want me to be.
I choose to give and not take.
I choose to be...

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Here I stand, burdened with remorse,
Each word I write, another solemn promise,
Life's cruelty, they say, but I see my own,
In choices made, in seeds of...

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In our souls lie all the seeds,
Waiting patiently to meet our needs.
Soulfully waiting for us to choose,
For us to use or abuse.

We plant our seeds...

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You need to find a learning curve
So you do not sway and swerve
Into trouble that you find
Each and every single time
You start making jokes and...

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Shun an useless, long wait: patience is a powerful skill,
incinerate in sparkling fire vainglorious dreams;
know true, inner serenity: kick off doubts and illusions,
set in motion...

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Never let anyone binge
Their hate around--making you cringe
Do not listen to the hate
Because it is pure and straight
Nonsense coming from mouths so loud
As a group...

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To Love and To Lose

I've lost track of many things over the years l've lost track of socks
Of sweaters
Of time

Some things I've lost have turned...

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Hate is the souvenir from lips,
who echo darkness,
words like swords, piercing 
into soft flesh, hearts 
breaking beneath the weapon’s
sickening crack, words 
erasing the hope of...

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Lesson?

I feel like class is in session, 

a list of pain, pride, ego, anxiety, and depression.

It’s a state of regression.

And those higher powers are messing...

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When I finish this course called life, I'll die;
     and be glad, for no more must I be sad;
for I'll know...

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I believe in me…
I believe in being free
Yes, you, alone…
But I’m not alone or on my own
I receive grace with thee
And, thee alone, I’d be
But,...

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An empiricist gem,
cut many ways; lives
in my dangling essence,
draped over my soul.
The why— their hearts'
squeeze marks it up— 
while frisking for
a scar that's recent.

With the...

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 love's seed was planted 
     by a constant gardener;
watered day by day, with time, 
     ...

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A corner has been turned
A chapter has been burned 
A stipend has been earned —
Was it by me?

You can’t unearth a friend 
If he’s stuck...

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