Myself Hate Poems

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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Art & music therapy 
provides a creative outlet 
for expressing feelings of anxiety, 
helping us visualize  
process our worries
I also find poetry
therapy as well...

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People may think that
 They know who this poem is about

But they don’t,
And they never will.

I’ve met this boy.
I haven’t known him long.
But it feels...

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Where harmony hoards the supposed hurt,
Symphonies belie me.
I rein myself in to not be curt,
But noise surrounds me.
Where time heals the freshly toiling,
I have old,...

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You asked, "out of everyone, why me?"
I know the answer now, maybe.

They come to me, drawn in
by the way I’ve been existing. 
They compliment the...

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I used to slit my arms open like I was peeling fruit—careful, slow, watching the skin give way like wet paper. The box cutter blade...

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I have this little secret. 
It lives in the back of my head 
It tells me over and over 
I'd be better off if I...

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She hurt me 
So don’t try to convince me that
She was a genuine friend
Because at the end of the day
my heart twists in anguish
And I’m...

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From the trenches of the dark underground into the sewers of the slumworld, a place terrified with the pain of fear, gripped from their minds...

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I was raised in the storm’s mouth,
where walls learned to shudder before I did.
Nights smelled of whiskey and rage,
and the air, thick with silence,
was a...

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They are too foggy,
Dreams, visions, etc.;
 I don’t know, I don’t remember, 
but o’ wait! 
Yes, a distinct memory.

I started remembering words
hoarse, dry words mixed
with...

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Breath In Breath Out,captivated by a white substance that moves at a paralyzed pace,tied zipped in a clear see through coffin,but yet we're the ones...

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Breath In Breath Out,captivated by a white substance that moves at a paralyzed pace,tied zipped in a clear see through coffin,but yet we're the ones...

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