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.
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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.
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On Friday, August 1, 2003, Ravenblade
(307) 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...
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On Thursday, July 31, 2003, diavolessa
(207) 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}
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On Thursday, July 31, 2003, Ophelia
(221) 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.
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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.