Strutting whores of hate

strike out at the world

       hating themselves for loving you

bubbling mud overflows

and demands to be heard

faltering void beneath feet

       hating themselves for wanting you

deceptive creatures

crawling under skin

a loathsome town

of evil guts

       hating themselves for hungering for you

bottomless crater

scraped walls and

dangling truth

shudder of acerbic

words not seen

or touched but

existing in

malignant eyes

       hating themselves for all you do

nightmares in

beds of hate

flowing blood

down streets

of acrimony

       hating themselves for adoring you

buried deeply

in scarlet bulbs

of hatred

bottomless crater

of death looming

larger than pain

       hating themselves for touching you.

I see it spark in your eyes.

It's been ignited and I'm fearful again.

I slap you, snap out of it.

But it only growls and rumbles deeper.

Nothing can hurt me more

than the look on your face.

My heart buries into my chest,

as I hide from the thought of your pain~

within mine, it intwines.

The twisting, knots the walls of my stomach, (tight)

as I crave the embrace of your tiny features.

I move in closer to try and reach you,

but I have lost you to your rage.

I wish you knew....

what breaks you destroys me too.

I wish I could take it away

and hold you like my baby.

I miss you when you go away.

I hate that you can't stay....

~Jessi (image and poem)

How do I hate thee; let me count the ways:

I loathe you.

I despise you.

I detest you.

You're like the gum on the bottom of my shoe after a long day.

Like a cancerous spot on the temple of my life.

Like the black tar that slithers its way out of lungs undone by puffing sticks.

You're like a venemous snake, winding its way through my emotions, churning and writhing and hissing.

I hate you with a burning passion that starts at my loins and crawls up through my intestines and then to my chest, finally seeping its way out of my nostrils, to be sneezed into the toilet of life.

Aside from that, I guess you're ok.

The opposite of love, not simply hate,

A fact to which many can relate.

Both emotions strongly felt,

Merely two cards in a poker hand dealt.

The ultimate result of a love that's died,

When every bit of feeling does subside.

A heart now filled with disregard,

Promulgating a soul repeatedly scarred.

Once love and hate are equally gone,

It is finally time to really move on.

An easy emotion

It makes quite a commotion

Burns from the inside out

Makes you scream makes you shout!

First comes ANGER,

Then comes RAGE!

But you better think twice

Before you let HATE from its cage!

Oh! Once it's started well it's hard to

Contain,

HATE once it gets going is like a

hurricane!

I saw HATE once and I tell you what

It was the ugliest sight I ever did saw!

Go tell your friends

Your neighbors too

That it's best not to be hate'n

It's just bad and

I love you!

Hate

Such a strong word

To truly hate something is rare

I used to say I hated this one person

Now I just nearly pity them

For no one seems to like them now.

There was this other person

I couldn't stand her

She was absolutely terrible

But still not deserving

Of the word hatred.

I think I'll know it

When I hate someone

There will be a feeling in my gut

And I'll want to stab them every day

But I won't.

I might even learn all about them

To give me a reason not to hate them

Because what is the purpose of hating

Why can't I just dislike them

Maybe there isn't a purpose.

The other thing is

If someone is being rude

It's true that they aren't doing it for joy

Nobody is that sick

Naturally.

So I don't think you should be so cool

And toss around the word hate

I might sound like a five-year-old

But I'm mature enough to say

Don't give them ammo, keep it in.

verb (used with object), hated, hating.

1. to dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion for or extreme hostility toward; detest:

2. to be unwilling; dislike:

verb (used without object), hated, hating.

3. to feel intense dislike, or extreme aversion or hostility.

noun

4. intense dislike; extreme aversion or hostility.

5. the object of extreme aversion or hostility.

adjective

6. noting or relating to acts that are motivated by hatred, prejudice, or intolerance:

a hate crime; hate mail.

I hate Hate

I hate to say hate

People say hate

But if you think

It's cruel

and it tears people apart

make people never speak

people break

under hate

tears down their face

I know what it's like

because it has happened to me

I've been broken

I am broken

by hate

and stress

Fiction holds me

a little

but not much

I hate Hate

Because it's cruel

and people break

under hate

and stress

and not being happy

I hate Hate

because

it's mean

and I want 

to be happy

for once

I want

to see the

sun shine

on my heart again

I hate Hate

for so many reasons

but these are just a few

and people should see

that hate

is mean

and cruel

and can hurt

people that

can never

ever

be put

together

again

Hate is the armpit of the English language.

Hate is a reflection in the mirror as you see your bad self.

Hate chews and feeds on your productivity like too much noise when a little quiet would do.

Hate blocks good or rational thoughts from surfacing due to dark emotion smothering them.

Hate is often confused with acknowledgment of something or someone you just don't need to be around. 

Learn to recognize that Hate is a negative energy.

Hate is a real good liar.

Hate is the lid on a Pandora's box full of all wrong ideas and assumptions.

Hate leads some to revenge. Revenge is the other armpit of the English language.

Hate literally affects your health, in a disease way.

Hate becomes a roach infestation in your clean beautiful home if you don't exterminate it at the sight of the first Hate.

Can't say nothing good about Hate. The prescription for Hate: Forgiveness. A huge pill to swallow that may have to be split up to get it all down, but it works.

You don't have to forget, but you can forgive..freedom from Hate and his cousin, Revenge.

Love is only a day's guest

To deal with momentary pests

But then comes hate a knocking

To send compassion mocking

Filling the cup with hate so fiery

That even a dictator would drop my diary.

I want to see you suffer.

I want to hear you howl.

I want to taste your tumult.

I want to smell your struggle.

I want to feel your fury.

Give it all to me, my nemesis, my destiny.

I feel so lonely without someone around to make me feel miserable.

That someone like you could exist is amazing.

The way you walk,

The way you talk,

The very aura of your presence,

Is so frustrating

It makes me rethink my concept of frustration.

Come to me, filthy wretch,And let me scream into your soul.