Sunday, January 11, 2015

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The Hate That I Hate


I hate the hate that resides in me now

I hate the hate that is so heavy it weighs me down
I hate the hate that keeps my emotions tightly wound

I hate the hate that charges my wall
I hate the hate that lies to strengthen my fall

I hate the hate that has me in chains
I hate the hate that courses through my veins

I hate the hate that is a shadow at my side
I hate the hate that has stolen my mind

I hate the hate that blinds me from the stars
I hate the hate that has created my war

I hate the hate that has stolen my grace

My scarlet letter written all over my face
Adalie Hettie


I Blame Spooks for making me this way

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5 comments:

  1. AnonymousJanuary 11, 2015 at 8:24 PM

    Not Spook's fault. It's your fault.

    There is nothing but love in Spook.

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  2. cynicalHighlanderJanuary 11, 2015 at 10:30 PM

    I Blame Spooks for making me this way

    No association with the Labour party as that has always been their driving force.

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  3. Conan the Librarian™January 12, 2015 at 9:39 AM

    Who is that man forcing my stare?

    Behind those dark brown eyes I should be.

    No more than a name and no more to me.

    There, I can simmer in our unspoken words.

    And dare I find a new love affair?

    Jump in with me and float down the stream

    I can see you there, torn apart, I am aware.

    Now I go no further than what my eyes have seen.

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  4. NikostratosJanuary 12, 2015 at 7:56 PM

    tris

    Love can drive a man mad and if you love them a lot
    very mad...

    ch wot i just said

    Conan


    I like that poem..........you are a sensitive soul just like me

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  5. John BrownlieJanuary 13, 2015 at 10:20 AM

    Hatred is a useless, corrosive and self-destructive emotion!

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