Myself Hate Poems

I didn’t want to light the flame,
But damn, you handed me the match.
We played a bitter little game—
Now neither one can scratch the scratch.

I offered...

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"I hate you."
I try to pour all the hate my heart can hold
to say it again, a little louder:
"You must allow me to tell you
how...

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“what hurt the most?”, he asked.
Struggling to hold back the tears that were threatening to resurface I replied,
“I’m not sure but, maybe it’s the fact...

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Tapestry of Life**

In the intricate tapestry of life, vibrant memories weave their threads, each one shimmering with its own hue. The echoes of past workplaces...

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My love, I looked through the mirror, and you were on the other side. 
Your words mirrored some of mine, you used a lot of...

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The one I would've taken a bullet for
Was the one behind the trigger

But here's the thing about betrayal
It never comes from your enemies

And what's even...

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Raw, unfiltered anger, it’s all that I know. Constantly
Aggravated by worthless pieces of scum that I struggle
Getting off of my shoes. A nasty glare, a...

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- always broke
- always do something wrong
- always say the wrong things
- always treat people bad
- always sick and tired of everything
- always mean
- always...

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The serpent's hiss, a venomous dart, 
Is honest hate, a tear right to the heart. 
But you, you whisper honeyed lies so sweet, 
A camouflage,...

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I just hope time doesn’t hate me too, doesn’t judge me for the moments wasted,
I never meant to waste the seconds, to let them slip...

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I just hope time doesn't hate me too,
I never meant to waste it, I swear I didn't,
I was just tired, tired of carrying silence like...

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I take the blade
like a sculptor takes his chisel—
not for art,
but for erasure.

Skin is too quiet.
It wears my face like a mask I never chose.
So...

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Written: May 17, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Michael Fulkerson

Quote: “Do good to the people for the sake of God or for the peace of...

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Hate is a sharp inheritance.
I did not ask for it.
It grew in me like a second skeleton—
not born, but built
in the blue-lit silence after fists,
in...

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I walk through life like a shadow unseen,  
Because they treat me like I’ve never been.  
No chains can bind me, no laws...

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