Life is complicated
We love it, we hate it
And hate each other
And every other person we meet
Cause we think
We have to please them
And we dont want to
But we dont got to
So we dont
But thats what theres too much of
Theres not enough love
Between us
You've seen us
We fight
In spite of one another
One hating the other
Breaking them down
Then turning around
And putting on another face
Going to another place
And doing the same thing
Playing the same song
When all along
You want more
You fall to the floor in exhaustion
Your lost in your habits
How can you change now?
With the life you live now?
You can, Ive seen it done
Don't run, face your trials
And in awhile
You'll forget the strife
And love your life.
Tamara Brown
11-21-10
The wound is deep and still bleeds,
Within hatred and pain form stampeads.
Emotion is dulled by the constain pain,
life now swirls like water down the drain.
The healing is slow and still it bleeds,
Hate and agony have planted unwanted seeds.
Eyes which once saw light and raibows,
Now see darkness, blood and black crows.
Lips which once spoke of love and mercy,
Now go on a hate speaking frenzy.
A spirit which was once white without any stain,
Now is cosumed by darkness, hate and pain.
Hate is a word
Thrown around way to often.
Hate is a feeling
People do not understand.
Hate is said
But is often not felt.
So think before you say it.
To hate you must not care.
Not care what the person does
Thinks, says, or imagines.
If you truly hate someone
Their feelings, opinions
And what happens to them does not matter.
So do not tell a person you hate them
Unless it is felt by both brain and heart.
A long twisted road,
I no longer have a soul.
I lost it the day,
I had to let you go.
A bitter young woman I have become,
My feelings now are only one.
The hatered I have torwards myself,
Closeness?
No, I can't let no one.
Please don't ask why.
Please don't try.
If you do, my reasons will only make you cry.
My heart has turned the color of night,
For me to love again, will be a great fight.
I hate everything,
Day and night.
So Dear Lord,
As I lay here asleep please end all this hate in me
and take my life tonight.
I wish dreams came true
for those who deserve miracles.
I wish upon every star
that one day I wont have to hope
for a better life.
I pray that there was only happiness,
and pain only existed in nightmares,
and hate was gone,
and love bloomed
as easily as a rose on a summers day.
But dreams are merely that,
dreams, and
without the determination and perseverance
most people lack
they will forever remain figments of imagination.
and wishes are worthless
without hope.
Hoping is a waste of time
if you are not going to try.
And happiness is sometimes only a dream
and the nightmare is the reality.
And hate is the most prominent
and real emotion in human existence.
And love can be as fake
as a smile of the heartbroken girl
trying to make it through the day.
And love can be
as long living as the rose
given to the girl
when the boy has nothing more to say
Untitled (Holler)
2010
Holler without gasping for air
Continue until fainting becomes part of you
Scream reaching the point of redness
With blood spilling from your pores
Stand tall, not looking down, growing
With every nonsense thrown your way
Provide refuge, shade for those next to you
Bare fruits to revive the soul of those just like you, not forgetting the rest
Spread your arms, circling the world
Comforting, letting know “everything will be alright”
Holler without gasping for air
Let your personal explosion fill empty holes
The ignorant
Those who hate us because they don’t understand us
Lead your roots deep within without destroying yet educating
The ignorant
Those who hate us because they don’t understand us
Holler without gasping for air
Stand tall, bare fruits
Comforting, never the hatred but movement
Colors, colors, is all I hear and see but can you say what matters other than trivial matters
about your ethnicity or your so called set.
For Ignorance breeds violence
As Violence breeds hate
And hate paves the way for more hate and a sense of helplessness and sadness.
Turning back a full circle to the ignorance you choose to embrace.
You see it’s a never ending cycle
But listen,
But listen to this
All Eyes are closed
As Freedom screams in pain but one man open his eyes and answers to help
Freedom screams again and again and still all eyes stay closed
Now oppressions speaks and still no one opens their eyes
Then again oppression speaks offering peace and all eyes open greeting him with welcoming
arms.
Don’t let bearers of false gift and hope cloud your judgment
As freedom lay dying, oppression stands up right holding you, its weapon.
I missed you today,
that hello in the morning...
That song that played,
long distance comes to mind, linked with broken strings...
you had me worried...
you know i hate it
when you're quiet...
Do you know
what went through my mind?
The questions I had...
If this is the preview
of my life without you...
without hearing your voice...
then I might as well stop breathing...
Your silence
said more than
words ever could...
I hate it when
you’re quiet,
but I understand...
sometimes, silence is needed...
to make us appreciate
each other more, guess what?
You said it best,
when you said nothing at all...
I COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND HOW YOU ARE SO STRONG HOW DO YOU GET UP OFF THE GROUND AFTER
BEING PUSHED DOWN HOW DO YOU HAVE SO MUCH LOVE FOR ME AFTER ALL I HAVE DONE TO YOU HOW CAN
YOU SMILE AFTER THINKING ABOUT THE HORRIBLE EVENTS IN YOUR PAST WHY DO SUTCH HATE FULL WORDS
NOT PHASE YOU WHY NO MATTER HOW MANY TIME I TRY TO PUSH YOU AWAY YOU WONT LET GO HOW DO YOU
CONTINUE TO LOVE WHEN SURROUNDED BY SO MUCH HATE WHY DO YOU SAY YOU ARE LUCKY TO BE ALIVE
WHEN MOST IN YOUR SITUATION WOULD WANT TO DIE I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND HOW OU ARE SO STRONG
THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME GET UP WHEN I WANTED TO STAY DOWN THANK YOU FOR BEING STRONG FOR ME
I hate phony shows of misspent faith
From people rich and above the poor
Focused hate for the ones who make
Yet always seeming to want more
Helpless despair as I hear the news
Of another group saving some whales
While every day little children die
‘cause there’s no one to unload the bales
A critical eye cast to our leader
Who welcomes the criminal and cast-out
While huddled alone in a cardboard box
A young man views Christmas with doubt
Violent shakings of the unstable ground
From the bombings that rumble on
Viscous bolts of tax-payer missiles
Striking ground before the dawn
Whistling winds from the bullets above
Such violence inflicted upon the ground
These are but simple, symbolic signs to me
Of the rage I feel from all around
The saddest satisfaction
I call you when I know
You're no good for anyone
Don't know how to ween off
I don't hate you
I hate the things you do
The things you say
The things you don't mean
But say anyways
The saddest truth
I know about you
Is that you're not
Entirely bad
You're just too selfish
To stop what you do
I don't know you
I wish I did
I want to help you
But is it even worth it
Are you even willing
Or am I a waste like you?
The saddest night
Was laying next to you
Hearing you sigh and
Not being able to see your eyes
Knowing we both laid broken
I wish I could tell you things
I wish I wasn't so closed off
I wish you knew I don't love you
I wish you knew I use you to feel
If I even feel anything at all
The saddest thing
Is I don't think you care
It's OK I don't care either
And that's the saddest thing
Can you see the fog enveloping me,
You, and the world like a dark and bloodied blanket.
Can you see them inhaling the hate like a sweet aroma,
and exhaling the love like it’s a poisonous gas.
No longer will we last in this fog,
Of death we set for our self’s.
As we experiment on animals,
Then humans to further our selfish needs.
Then we try to justify it by means,
Of false cures, hope, and technological advancement.
I hate this society,
in general I hate human beings.
I even hate me.
But I do love my mother,
Mother earth that is.
People speak of peace,
And love.
But in the end there the ones committing,
This genocide to our future seeds.
I guess there’s no
Such thing as a good deed.
And if there is, it’s sure to have a price tag on it.
Like everything does.
Can you see this cigarette smoke clouding my heart,
as it chokes anyone that tries to enter or leave its wastelands.
For the fog of society has, blinded my vision.
To a better world.
All my thoughts in you are waste
Everyday, every single way I try
Let the pain remain inside my heart
When will you even try?
Am I really a part of you life?
You hate the way I talk to you
You hate the way I am
When there’s a boundary between something
It means something, it really does
But the boundary we are in
Seems like it means something but
Ask yourself does it really?
I’ve tried and may be I’m trying
But you know it and I know it
It’s just madness and I’m still trying
But you aren’t even trying to try
May i said i hate you in unspeakable ways
May i said i see hell threw out your days
The wise said let it be
I said look at all he did
can you see
I too hate him they will said
I too see hell threw out his days
They don't know him
not even his face
you judge
Who are you to play
God today?
I once tried to hold water within my hand
I didn’t lose hope even though I knew that
They were slipping away every single second
It would have been better if I never knew that
It would slip like that,
But once you know the nature of it
You don’t want to ever let go off it
And yet it never seems to get hold of you
No matter how hard you try
It will find a place, to fall down where
It will no longer have to fall
No longer attachment,
No one to hate no one to love
Then I thought of life that way
Is it all about wining?
Self satisfaction? Not a single room for compassion?
War, hate and racism??
The best way to judge our self? comparisons?
Then I knew either something’s wrong with me
Or wrong is what the present world is
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