Love Hate Poems

Bottomless bottles of bile, in my wake

In my wake, if i were to awaken,
O' wakeful wonder to wrench mine withered eyes 
Aware'f the withering summer haze
Out in my bright eyed future,

Your anonymous blog

Your anonymous blog

To my face you are kindness itself:
cheerful, always upbeat,

but in your anonymous blog
you rip me apart.

You press your thumb and forefinger on each

Why Do You Crucify Me?

I done nothing wrong—just breathe, just be,  
Walk my own path, live quietly.  
One day at a time, no schemes, no fight, 

I hate chores

Taking hours to clean a pile of dishes
Sweeping up crumbs I didn’t even drop
I hate chores
Pushing a vacuum over and over
Forcing sheets to fit a

How Can You Call Yourself A Christian

[Verse 1]
We're supposed to be the good guys
We're supposed to love, love, love
But I just can't see it
these days when I look at us
[Pre-chorus]
You gotta

TDS

America is divided between lovers and haters;
Those that love her and those that hate Trump.
But the thing about both love and hate
Is it often says

Ashes To Resilience

I was born in the smoke of silence,  
where names were weapons,  
and love came laced with barbed wire.  

They said I

Why Dad?

Why Dad?

Why did you have to go

Why did you leave me

Why did you pretend something never happened 

Why did you put me in this situation

poem number 5 from poetica ads

Hard to Love, Easy to Hate

I tried 
God, I f***ing tried.
To be liked.
To be easy.
To be the kind of girl
they don’t talk about
once she leaves the room.

Smiled soft,
spoke sweet,
let the

Last tear

Last tear ?? 

In pain I write
While hope slip out my hand
God one word one breath you could have land
Silence darkness candle out flames cold
You

Betrayal's Begotten

So far, they go -
A distant throw -
Down simple snow -
Forgotten.

And yet, a maid -
Through crime, parade -
And riches swayed -
Ill-gotten.

The weak confide -
Then run

I hate you

I hate the way you looked into my eyes. 

I hate the way you rubbed my feet when we made love. 

I hate how you

Doing

We do things we love

Do things we hate -- 

One, for affection:

and the other, for fiend
necessity, like~ executions
and wars…

Maybe better, not to confound
the two –

Hope From A Butterfly

I saw a butterfly in the sky
from a memory a tear came to my eye
through transcendence it had arrived
it wasn’t in any way contrived

our oneness