Loss Hate Poems

I could fill a bottle with air,  
sunken by liquid depression.    
A matter so densely populated.     
by...

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I hate being the 'incident' of your story
Hate how you once made my heart beat so fast
Hate how I get a reminder of you
Now we're...

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In depths of solitude, I stand forlorn,
With shadow as my sole and steadfast friend.
By society shunned, from kinship torn,
I ponder on life's edge, its bitter...

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I have been forced,
to love people I hate.
I wish I had,
only loving people around me.
My ego has been cut,
cut with a very sharp knife many...

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**Content warning: depicts abuse (please skip to one of my more lightheaded poems if one needs to).


To you, your abuse began as a game or...

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The Sands of Time are
sinking,
foundation of peace
quaking,
Under the mountains of hatred
Peace finds itself
ransomed;
Human greed is overflowing,
thirst for Sapiens’ blood is growing;
Leaders on a whim are...

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Can you feel the ever fading sun,
how the cold crawls over your skin;
dark strands combine at the edge of vision?
Can you hear their serene whispers...

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Veronica Sawyer, a rebel in plaid
She joined the Heathers, but they were so bad
They ruled the school with their cruel games and lies
But Veronica had...

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Death of Morale 


True, I do practice the act of introversion quite a bit,
But why should I be blamed? To what am I to admit

When...

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You my dear will never make it in my family,
For our blood runs thick with tradition and legacy.
We hold ourselves to a higher standard,
And you,...

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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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I can’t help but to wonder, dear poet,
since you write so much about love and death.
Is there a heaven or hell, dear poet,
after we have...

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He remembers it before it arrives,
To collect a far one hundred miles drives, 
To keep stalling payment his life deprives,
Better he ended up in beehives…

The...

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Yeah im in a state
Between depression and anxiety
And i can’t escape cuz
I feel like the world always lies to me.

What is my fate?
Cuz i feel...

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...Do I lay you to rest?
Gathering up the harp
Assuming its over
via the cold shoulder 
Pure skin I once travelled 
hands pressed 

Playing strings with grace
lost...

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