Poems About Hate Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about hate seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Pumpernickel Bread
Dark's narcissistic psoriasis builds up plaque in
the back of the mind's psychopathic gunny sack
a platinum tongue lurking behind turnished spoon
thirsting for carnal knowledge in manuscripts
hearing voices echoing "Oh, why did you so
enrapture me?" playing someone's Sandman
in raptured cutlery with a whetstone appetite
night after night reciting from the script the
ingredients of pumpernickel bread
the back of the mind's psychopathic gunny sack
a platinum tongue lurking behind turnished spoon
thirsting for carnal knowledge in manuscripts
hearing voices echoing "Oh, why did you so
enrapture me?" playing someone's Sandman
in raptured cutlery with a whetstone appetite
night after night reciting from the script the
ingredients of pumpernickel bread
#dark
#hate
#jealousy #rejection
#jealousy #rejection
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Comatose Kamikaze
Requiem for a Dream in a Madhouse
touched by my lobotomy and lumbago
no time to grieve, an illusion of fantasy
frozen butterflies on the edge of insanity
wearing mascara of Jack Daniels corpses
kissed on the lips by a comatose kamikaze
feeling the blood of my second skin rising
like a souffle of a two-toed sloth climbing
from the umbilical touched by my lobotomy
touched by my lobotomy and lumbago
no time to grieve, an illusion of fantasy
frozen butterflies on the edge of insanity
wearing mascara of Jack Daniels corpses
kissed on the lips by a comatose kamikaze
feeling the blood of my second skin rising
like a souffle of a two-toed sloth climbing
from the umbilical touched by my lobotomy
#emptiness
#greed
#hate #WritingPoetry
#hate #WritingPoetry
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Goodnight: Meaning Farewell
You’ll never actually understand.
These aren’t just words,
They’re my life.
My.
Myself.
I hate myself.
I hate myself...
I hate my voice,
I hate my smile,
I hate my skin,
And I hate what’s underneath it.
My blood feels less red than other people’s,
My insides feel softer.
I don’t want to die because I don’t feel worthy of the mourning.
I feel like a bad person,
I...
These aren’t just words,
They’re my life.
My.
Myself.
I hate myself.
I hate myself...
I hate my voice,
I hate my smile,
I hate my skin,
And I hate what’s underneath it.
My blood feels less red than other people’s,
My insides feel softer.
I don’t want to die because I don’t feel worthy of the mourning.
I feel like a bad person,
I...
#dark
#despair
#hate #suicide
#hate #suicide
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Pagans of Hedonism
Obsession's schizophrenia egomaniac
of debauchery's narcissistic vanity
a mirror's image of self-love, he feigns
cold blood running through his veins
discarded by the shadows of bones
dethroned by a winged crow
and pagans of Hedonism...
three-martini lunch
of debauchery's narcissistic vanity
a mirror's image of self-love, he feigns
cold blood running through his veins
discarded by the shadows of bones
dethroned by a winged crow
and pagans of Hedonism...
three-martini lunch
#anger
#dark
#emptiness #hate
#emptiness #hate
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Animal I Become
Was listening to Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace. Hence the title of this post. My hands are shaking, the rage is so intense in my body. Instead of “Animal I Have Become,” I’m using the present tense.
I have so much rage that I feel fuzzy minded. Everything around me is spinning, and I’m on the verge of screaming at anything going wrong. I have a fucking headache. I should probably shower soon and cleanse all this horrible energy off me.
I don’t want to go downstairs and deal with the one person who’s been a source of so much pain- my mother. It can be such a...
I have so much rage that I feel fuzzy minded. Everything around me is spinning, and I’m on the verge of screaming at anything going wrong. I have a fucking headache. I should probably shower soon and cleanse all this horrible energy off me.
I don’t want to go downstairs and deal with the one person who’s been a source of so much pain- my mother. It can be such a...
#abuse
#anger
#family #hate
#family #hate
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Eat This, Fattie!
I remember being in the mental hospital months and months ago. The last time I was in a place like that, around March I think.
It was a new hospital, so I hoped for a new experience. A fresh start.
But by far, it has been the worst.
I don't get what these employees have about forcing the patients to eat all of their food even when they are unable to. But it's super fucking abusive.
This one bitch in particular was tormenting me over my inability to eat everything on my plate, and when I succumbed to it finally and showed her I couldn't eat it...
It was a new hospital, so I hoped for a new experience. A fresh start.
But by far, it has been the worst.
I don't get what these employees have about forcing the patients to eat all of their food even when they are unable to. But it's super fucking abusive.
This one bitch in particular was tormenting me over my inability to eat everything on my plate, and when I succumbed to it finally and showed her I couldn't eat it...
#abuse
#anger
#hate
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Why (Without the Question Mark)
A fools query,
An unsolvable riddle.
An endless loop,
Without a real answer.
I don’t need to beg you for closure,
I don’t need to fix myself for you.
Sometimes a reason isn’t needed,
Or maybe you never even had one.
What answer could you give,
That would be worthy of this hurt?
What reason can explain away these scars,
Can it rinse away blood?
Can it erase the nights I spent wailing,
Can it stitch me back together.
I don’t need your excuses,
I don’t need the last word.
...
An unsolvable riddle.
An endless loop,
Without a real answer.
I don’t need to beg you for closure,
I don’t need to fix myself for you.
Sometimes a reason isn’t needed,
Or maybe you never even had one.
What answer could you give,
That would be worthy of this hurt?
What reason can explain away these scars,
Can it rinse away blood?
Can it erase the nights I spent wailing,
Can it stitch me back together.
I don’t need your excuses,
I don’t need the last word.
...
#anger
#betrayal
#hate #heartbroken
#hate #heartbroken
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If you could read her mind.
If you could read her mind, you would understand how it feels to be different. Wishing with everything she wasn’t unable to be brave and walk out of the shadows. She clings to the obscurity they bring it covers not only her bones but seeped into her soul. It’s her coat she wears even in the summer heat although it’s suffocating. It’s her only true friend the dark and it knows her inside and out. It tells her of all her failures and mistakes as if she needed reminding and it’s wise with the question what the one common denominator in all of them, she whispers in reply it’s me and she gave up...
#anxiety
#fear
#hate
#loneliness
#rejection
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Are you happy now monster?!

#abuse
#anger
#hate #hurt
#hate #hurt
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Pink Paupers
Satan is tsar
in the land of destiny
where poplars and birches
are plundered by the wind
for the burning cold
is an everlasting flame
whose blue yellows
prickle the spines
of the tattered lives
whose hopes crumple
in their empty hands
swollen with the dream
of paradise regained
where the lamb and the lion
lie peacefully together
but such are the illusions
of schizoid automatons
who never wake up
but are wound up
with sweat and tears
in the red dotted fields
sowing the seeds
of the...
in the land of destiny
where poplars and birches
are plundered by the wind
for the burning cold
is an everlasting flame
whose blue yellows
prickle the spines
of the tattered lives
whose hopes crumple
in their empty hands
swollen with the dream
of paradise regained
where the lamb and the lion
lie peacefully together
but such are the illusions
of schizoid automatons
who never wake up
but are wound up
with sweat and tears
in the red dotted fields
sowing the seeds
of the...
#evil
#hate
#lies
#manipulation
#suffering
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please don't be gay (for the Dead Gods comp)

#hate
#religion
#SelfWorth
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Once Upon a Misunderstanding
To hate you is worthless,
To love you is pointless,
If I were to bottle the hatred I have for you,
It would result in an endless battle of bottles,
The only value would be on the glass bottles themselves,
As the hatred is just as worthless as your own self worth,
If I could, I would divorce you,
But as far as science goes,
I can not divorce the blood that runs through my veins,
The blood that literally keeps me living,
As the original supplier keeps on dying.
To love you is pointless,
If I were to bottle the hatred I have for you,
It would result in an endless battle of bottles,
The only value would be on the glass bottles themselves,
As the hatred is just as worthless as your own self worth,
If I could, I would divorce you,
But as far as science goes,
I can not divorce the blood that runs through my veins,
The blood that literally keeps me living,
As the original supplier keeps on dying.
#frustration
#hate
#heartbroken
#rejection
#sadness
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