Tonight I Started Hate

By cre

I hold in hands that weave the wind
around somehow supple senses
a small and childish breath
and fingers touch creation
drawing dreams in sparkles that spiral
between every cell of me
I cradle a letter
so solitary
in its own being of something more
than ever all said would never be
singularity solidified
in this
consonantal egg.

padded prints
worship
this frailty
a tottering tip
an existential shell
that bears the brunt
of
a delineated being
someone's picture perfect me.

I still toe a line
cloaked in amber ambiguity
cornered darkness draped
in dripping retribution:

tonight I love this letter
tonight I started hate.

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Copyright 2003 cre
Published on Thursday, July 31, 2003.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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Comments on "Tonight I Started Hate"

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  • A former member wrote: I deleted the comment I had on here before. It was juvenile and stupid. This poem didn't deserve it.

  • Ravenblade On Friday, August 1, 2003, Ravenblade (313)By person wrote:

    very nicely written, sounds quite peaceful, but I can almost relate to the feeling of hate to the point that I feel just quiet and reserved for the sake of everyone else...leaves a lot to imagination, great write...

  • diavolessa On Thursday, July 31, 2003, diavolessa (208)By person wrote:

    I didn't witness the chatroom topic, so I will just go with what I am reading, what I am feeling. I know this is maybe supposed to be a poem of hate, but I feel light, almost peaceful by reading this. Maybe this hate is not such a sad feeling. {dia}

  • Ophelia On Thursday, July 31, 2003, Ophelia (221)By person wrote:

    I could say I understand but that would be a lie, I wonder is it your self you hate or is it the everything, Nice write makes one really think,,,,,,O.

  • A former member wrote: You mentioned nobody will get this... I don't think I get it how you meant it, but it has a flow and feeling I enjoyed and it makes sense in the glorious fact that it doesn't entirely. I like how it sounds anyway... and I can imagine what it means.


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