I go back to Pinterest because why wouldn't I.
It's addictive and gives me something to do I won't even lie.
I scroll and click and scroll and click once more.
It's hard to put down because it keeps my mind in control.
There's rings, clothes, books, and most importantly help for me.
I can relate a little too much to some of the posts and that's key
For me to come back I need to want, to CRAVE the feed
Everyday I open it and everyday I feel my hate for myself grow and my love for Pinterest turn into need.
It makes me happy. I know it's confusing but that's where my heart settled
I lay in my bed looking at these people who I wish I was and I meddle
I meddle with my mind but also my body. But I can't be them and I never will be and I come to term
I've thought that I hate this app but I love it because it can be good, i've learned
It's fun, nice, addictive, and amazing just don't scroll too deep or you'll get beat
I've had too much experience diving too deep and that's a fact
But I just CAN'T stop going back!
Using religious piety,
To spread hate in society,
Cancer masquerades, to destroy
Using every malignant ploy,
Spreading spite - feigning honesty,
Thriving well as a fallacy -
A wolf with warm deceptive eyes,
Charms one and all with its disguise.
Its rule is avid bigotry,
Feasting on the minority,
Spreading uncontrolled all-around,
All of compassion’s voice is drowned.
Breaking walls; tearing hearts apart;
Hateful seeds sown in every heart.
Muzzling dissent, playing a perilous game,
Fascism is this cancer’s treacherous name.
Copyright © by Crystal David John
I, too, have tasted the evil of hatred
when all I wanted to share was my love.
With untruths and lies I was baited
because the hue of my skin wasn’t as white as the dove.
Mercilessly unloved and hated,
You may not believe it but it happened to me,
falsely accused in the name of Apartheid.
Emerging from darkness to light I can now see.
Striding a path from weakness to strength.
Praising the Lord, I seek justice not a fight
and peace over this land’s breadth;
I chose love over hate, justice and light.
463.
Prayer Against Hatred
Oh Father God, deliver us from hatred
May we realize the love you said
Oh Lord Jesus, save us who are like Amnon
Grant us the spirit of love to live on
Oh Holy Spirit, rescue us from hating our neighbor
Be our loving spirit like the Creator & Savior
This we ask in our Almighty God. Amen.
-12/21/2015
(Dumarao)
*Gideons Prayer Poems Against Life's Problems
They accuse me of cutting of my cock
Just to wear a frock
And hang about in bogs
When all I want
Is the peace to piss
Or to piss in peace
Just another of their
Disgusting spiels
Designed to turn me extreme
But hate is there language
Not mine I just rhyme
Im happy it’s gone
My meaty schlong
It just hung there all flaccid
It was always so wrong
But it never once said
Get this straight in your head
That off I should go
On the chance
A women to catch
In the stench of the lavs
I mean
Who’s idea was that
What warped mind
Full of hate could create
Such absurdist disgrace
Or maybe they reveal
A piece of them selves
All twisted and dark
So self loathing and reviled
Then push it out on the world
Rather than live with their shame
So as billionaires burn the world to the ground
And presidents and princes
Abuse kids with no charges
Of course they want you focused on me
Cos I’m the real threat
Cos I cut of my cock
Funny
All the hate I get
Posting these words
Expressing my truth
Avoiding self-censorship
Spelling out the harsh realities
Lost in translation, perhaps
Yet you all add to the bruise
I don't get it
probably never will
How acting like a human
Can fuel bitter feuds
So I gotta accept that
My word vomit only resonates
in this self-contained world
Living as the bitter muse
I hate vapes, with all that they bring,
A little cloud, but it cuts like a sting.
They caught my brother, trapped in their lie,
A puff of freedom, but it's just to die.
It starts so simple, just one little try,
But now he's hooked, and I can’t ask why.
Flavored air that coats his soul in chains,
A habit that lingers, and only brings pain.
He thought it cool, thought it was the way,
But now he’s drowning in the smoke each day.
No escape, just chasing that high,
As the world passes by and he can't say goodbye.
The clouds they form, a prison in disguise,
He breathes them in, with empty, tired eyes.
It’s flavored air, but it’s more than that—
It’s control, it's poison, it’s where he’s at.
I wish he'd see, wish he'd understand,
That this "cool" thing is a trap, not a brand.
I hate vapes for what they steal,
For the freedom lost, the pain I feel.
But he's my brother, and I'll fight till the end,
To help him break free, to help him ascend.
Flavored air may cloud his mind,
But I'll be here, helping him unwind.
Anthropology studies human societies,
human culture, humankind, human us.
You were the anthropologist that sifted through
the baubles of life I mired in the fissures
of the way I spoke impedimented English.
But you were my diction that weaved between
the w’s I mispronounced and the ph’s I forgot to shape.
I reached for the dove's excalibur to accept that you, my love,
have bewitched the melody against the carnage that consumed
all my adoration for you, only to be transfixed
by the Black Excalibur in your virgin hands.
And I had to relearn how to survive, how to stand,
resurrected from being a cold, dead man.
I am the Romeo that breathed first.
In the doomed book I refused the poison.
And you married Count Paris.
Our doom painted blue and red on human society.
Now the anthropologist observes purple remains
stained on the ink of dirty historical papers.
What is this feeling
It must be hatred
cause when I see you
all I can see is red
You say you hate me
then you act like my friend
well make up your mind B.itch
Never mind I'll make it for you
You use me up 'till your done
Well I love to ruin your fun
You'll miss me when I'm gone
but when I'm gone, I'm gone
I only have a few words left
F.uck You, you ungrateful B.itch
Your pregnant, I don't care
You can burn in F.ucking Hell
It wasn't the betrayal itself that shattered me,
but the smiles that masked the hatred.
It was the deceit behind the love they wore,
and the realization that every shared laughter
was a facade for the knives they held.
It's not the betrayal itself that shattered me,
but how I let them unravel the secrets of my heart,
offering my vulnerability to their sight.
It really isn't the betrayal that shattered me—
it was the ease with which they daggered my heart,
with no regard for the friendship I once held sacred.
It was the innocence in their eyes,
and the cold truth: my heart was never worth
what I believed it to be.
©Mwila The Poet 2025
Enveloped within the ambiance of night where the moonlight comforts my soul—the absence of anyone else around leaving me at peace.
“Stay for as long as you need to”, a quiet voice whispered, “for no one can hurt you here.”
In that moment, I felt safe and a sense of freedom to be just who I am.
Amongst those stars, I found refuge and a place that I could now call home—the hours of darkness redefining its reputation.
And within that time, I became grateful for the silence of not being ridiculed amongst a population that normalizes cruel intentions.
Leave me here and let society carry on, for when the sun takes its position in the morning, I'll be a memory that daylight was never meant to hold.
Father of our Nation,
frail and lean,
rose against foreign rule;
yet saw no foe,
sought no revenge .
"If need be, our nation may die
that humankind might live," he said.
But no land should govern another;
for liberty belongs to all.
His creed was truth,
love, and nonviolence;
his vision was equality and brotherhood.
His call was not for one nation,
but for the rights of all mankind -
for a world united,
to live in freedom.
(The poem published in the poetry anthology DIVERSE VOICES'POETRY ON HUMAN RIGHTS AND PURSUIT OF PEACE )
Hell is now totally empty,
Since Satan relocated to your heart;
His angels in you are plenty —
Our once-blossoming love they've torn apart.
His voice in you speaks violence,
Courting hatred and spite instead of love;
Abhorrent of our quietness,
So peace and happiness it strives to shove.
My presence now stinks like the trash,
Your words burn fierce like tongues forged in hell fire,
They scorch with vigour in a flash,
While you pile up your venoms, never tire.
Satan crawls like a snake in you,
He controls your temper and stains your tongue;
though you're blind to what I go through,
Still, I will love you till breath leaves my lungs.
Silence whispers beside my empty bed,
Even loneliness whimpers to flee my side.
The darkness deepens the starkness of my fear,
Yet my mind is made — I won’t beg heartache back.
Of what use is a marriage in which love exists
Only in my mind, never in my home?
Whines and nags were the only music~
the winds played when my soul begged for rest.
Today I met your footsteps that went outdoors
And begged never to be allowed back in —
Even if your knocks dent my door with persistence.
My mind finds peace where you have hidden it.
So long as life befriends my soul and mind,
So loneliness finds peace within its depth,
So I can sleep and close my eyes without~
the fear that a knife might pierce a hole in my heart,
So emptiness can bring back my sanity.
Please—never reply to the plea of my loneliness,
To fill it with the trouble twelve years taught it to love.
And never mind emptiness begging you
to stock it with your figure filled with hatred, not love.
I don’t know exactly what the Bible
Has said about these three words
However, I know these are like sharp swords
Which can only be negative and destructible.
They are definitely the obvious opposites of love
Love is sweet, soft, beautiful and refreshing
However, these three pariahs are destroying
Everything on their paths; they are full of loathe.
There should no room for them in the natural verse
They can burn, break, disrespect, divide, hurt and maim
They can contaminate and rot everything. Where they aim
Is unusual and irrelevant; they are deleterious to the universe,
Copyright © October 2025 Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
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