Hate

[Matthew Craig]

Is all i have.
Pain
Is all you'll get.
Shit
Is all i am.
Love
If you want.

Kill
Is all there is.
Lie
If it makes things work.
Rape
Because it's not for free.

Welcome to this world.

 

[Guest]

Is all i have.
Pain
Is all you'll get.
Shit
Is all i am.
Love
If you want.

Kill
Is all there is.
Lie
If it makes things work.
Rape
Because it's not for free.

Welcome to this world.

Welcome to the world
or my world of confusion.

Is it hate you have
or a longing not working
to be loved or accept love,
which confuses the mind,
and causes such anger?

You send out pain to others
because pain is what you live,
maybe all you know,
but deep down there is someone,
someone worth more than a pile
of shit. You need to believe it.

If only I could do the same,
practice what I preach;
those words
believe in yourself.
If only...

Everyone's a hypocrite.
They just don't know it.

Step away from the keyboard,
lay down, hug your pillow,
hug yourself because
it all starts with you,

and don't be afraid to cry.
Don't ever think
it makes you less a man
if you do.

I wonder if it's true
that time heals all wounds.
I've been waiting, and I know
you have, too.

 

[bogusbrig]

Aah Hate! There is an emotion to nurse. Nothing like a little hate to make one feel a little better. There is more fun sticking needles in a voodoo doll than the angst of writing a love letter.

Through the filter
Of several lovers
You look so ordinary

Your body doesn't sing
But squeals in a falseto
Angular and disproportioned

While inside you are ugly
With your fixed dimensions
And unforgiving judgements

With your conservative morals
And your liberal self righteousness
You have become warped

Your inability to look in the mirror
And see your hypocracy
Astounds me

Your grudges grow like warts
Yes this is a grudge
Your ugliness is contagious

One day you will die
One day I will stop hating you
But until then....

I hope your teeth rot
Your tits sag
Your arse droops
You catch syphilis

And if ever again I get to choose
Between you and a stray dog with fleas
That dog had better run..

 

[Guest]

I hope your teeth rot
Your tits sag
Your arse droops
You catch syphilis

And if ever again I get to choose
Between you and a stray dog with fleas
That dog had better run..

That was mean! Holy shitza!

 

[Recidiva]

Tool - Sober

There’s a shadow just behind me. shrouding every step I take.
Making every promise empty, pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler, who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path of ’must we’, just because the son has come.

Jesus, won’t you fucking whistle. something but the past and done.

Why can’t we not be sober? I just want to start this over.
Why can’t we drink forever? I just want to start this over.

I am just a worthless liar. I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you. trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you. I will chew it up and leave.
I will work to elevate you, just enough to bring you down.

Mother mary, won’t you whisper. something but the past is done.

Why can’t we not be sober? I just want to start this over.
Why can’t we sleep forever? I just want to start this over.

I am just a worthless liar. I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you. trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you. I will chew it up and leave.
Trust me. trust me. trust me. trust me. trust me.

Why can’t we not be sober. I just want to start things over.
Why can’t we sleep forever. I just want to start this over.

I want what I want...
I want what I want...
I want what I want...
I want what I want...

 

[Guest]

I hate the rain and sunny weather
And I hate beach and mountains too
I don't like a thing about the city, no, no
And I I I hate the countryside too

And I hate everything about you
Everything about you

I don't like a thing about your mother
And I I hate your daddy's guts too
I don't like a thing about your sister
Because I think sex is overrated too

And I get sick when I'm around
I can't stand to be around
I hate everything about you
Everything about you
Everything about you
Everything about you


Some say I've got a bad attitude
But that don't change the way I feel about you
And if you think this might be bringing me down
Look again because I ain't wearing no frown


I don't really care about your sister
Fuck the little bitch because I already kissed her
One thing that I did to your lady
I put her on the bed and she didn't say maybe
I know you know everybody knows
The way it comes, the way it's gonna go
You think it's sad
Well that's too bad
Because I'm having
A ball hating
Every little thing about you

Everything about you, everything about
I get sick when I'm around
I can't stand to be around
I hate everything about you

Ugly Kid Joe

 

[bogusbrig]

That was mean! Holy shitza!

Oooo That woman did something to me but she taught me that hate is fun, fun fun!!!!


Kicking empty beer cans
Down the Hackney Road
Which is not the sort of activity
For a man of my age to do
But I’m not kicking beer cans
I’m really kicking you

I’ve learnt to hate the world
On your behalf
I’ve absorbed your grudges and bitterness
Like a body absorbs VD
It starts at the cock and ends in the brain
Now I’m spreading your spite around

Kicking empty beer cans just to please you
And I’ll kick them up Mare Street too
I’m a psychopathic ego that should be in chains
A rogue in the human zoo
Why should I be the only one to suffer
At the hands of you

 

[DeepAsleep]

Hate is a word that looks jaunty
when paired with an exclamation point.

Hate!

real hate is her picture on the wall
and the click of an empty revolver
paired with the phrase, "fuck you."

Click.
Fuck you.
Click.
Fuck you.
Click.
Fuck you.

But that's Obeah-strength
industrial hate.
I settle for super-glue
gay porn to windshield hate.

~D.A.
Anything looks jaunty with an exclamation point.

 

[Guest]

I wont lube my shoe.
There's no reason
to be slightly kind.

It'll feel better to
ram my shitkicker up his ass,
hold on to one lace
and pull it out fast,
then smear his own shit
in his face, and force it
inside his mouth.

It'll be an easy task.
There's always rope in the trunk
where he'll most likely be
after I've drugged
his cocktail.

Fuck me once
with love lies,
come back for seconds,
you'll see what happens.

 

[4degrees]

HATE POEM

 

[wildsweetone]

i just wanna say...

ouch.


and...


thank god there's a thread to let this 'hate' out.

 

[twelveoone]

Oh come one, you can do better than that
this stuff is only registering DISLIKE

Death would be too good for you
because then it's merely over
may you live forever stuck
on desert isle
with ugly oversexed
dog named Rover

with rabies
There is more, but good taste prevails

 

[bogusbrig]

You said, men who follow their cock
Deserve what they get
I followed mine and got you!

(Damn, I love this thread!)

 

[wildsweetone]

(deleted because what i wrote related to elsewhere and is better left unaired).

 

[twelveoone]

(Damn, I love this thread!)

you too?
we should petition to get the smilies changed, wilted thistles, piles of dog shit, all that rot. Continues on, good taste be damned...
with rabies
and may you become fertilized
and may you both have babies
and when your relatives come around
to ohh and ahh
may they say
it looks just like you

 

[ETanker7]

i like....

..... lol what else can i say i like that's it. wow i think today is a slow day for me or soemthing.

 

[bogusbrig]

What better way to assemble
The nuts and bolts of your lies
Than into a contraption
To cause you pain

A clamp vicing your tongue
Drawn out through jaws
Braced against your mouth
Like a pulley tackle

Elongating like a Pinnochio nose
That slither of meat
Deseased with deceit
That junket of cantagion

Bad breath I've been told
Is better than no breath at all
But why put up with bad breath
When it can be cured with a knife!


*Aah this thread can be so cathartic*

 

[Angeline]

Dirge
Bob Dylan

I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed
You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road.
The stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel,
I hate myself for lovin' you and I'm glad the curtain fell.

I hate that foolish game we played and the need that was expressed
And the mercy that you showed to me, who ever would have guessed?
I went out on Lower Broadway and I felt that place within,
That hollow place where martyrs weep and angels play with sin.

Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped,
Acting out his folly while his back is being whipped.
Like a slave in orbit, he's beaten 'til he's tame,
All for a moment's glory and it's a dirty, rotten shame.

There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them,
In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem.
The crystal ball up on the wall hasn't shown me nothing yet,
I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt.

Can't recall a useful thing you ever did for me
'Cept pat me on the back one time when I was on my knees.
We stared into each other's eyes 'til one of us would break,
No use to apologize, what diff'rence would it make?

So sing your praise of progress and of the Doom Machine,
The naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.
Lady Luck, who shines on me, will tell you where I'm at,
I hate myself for lovin' you, but I should get over that.

 

[bogusbrig]

Dirge
Bob Dylan

I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed
You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road.
The stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel,
I hate myself for lovin' you and I'm glad the curtain fell.

I hate that foolish game we played and the need that was expressed
And the mercy that you showed to me, who ever would have guessed?
I went out on Lower Broadway and I felt that place within,
That hollow place where martyrs weep and angels play with sin.

Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped,
Acting out his folly while his back is being whipped.
Like a slave in orbit, he's beaten 'til he's tame,
All for a moment's glory and it's a dirty, rotten shame.

There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them,
In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem.
The crystal ball up on the wall hasn't shown me nothing yet,
I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt.

Can't recall a useful thing you ever did for me
'Cept pat me on the back one time when I was on my knees.
We stared into each other's eyes 'til one of us would break,
No use to apologize, what diff'rence would it make?

So sing your praise of progress and of the Doom Machine,
The naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.
Lady Luck, who shines on me, will tell you where I'm at,
I hate myself for lovin' you, but I should get over that.

Cool choice Ange. That's my new anthem.

 

[WickedEve]

I simply adore the hair
swept eastward
over the slope of your head.
You never wore it that way--always parted
off center.

This moment is inappropriate
to mention dandruff,
excessive oil, though
less of both is apparent. How surprising
that either still exists.

I love your hair
upon the satin pillow.
At last,
I don't entirely hate you.

And I'd tell you this
if you weren't dead.

 

[wildsweetone]

Sit on your white horse
live in paradise
spreading false joy
while accusations
are flung around; cause
chaos and pass
on your own guilt
to everyone
around you and to us
who live beyond
arms reach; argue
and comment in naiveté, with no
empathy for the parched
heart in others. Keep
your blinkers on brother,
they suit you.

 

[wildsweetone]

You wanted to gift her a birthday
present? So be it, it’s your choice,
your chance perhaps to be in like Flynn,
in like the proverbial government of the time.
I don’t care. Have her. Fuck her to pieces
and good luck sticking her back together
when she crumbles
later, under your cynical onslaught.
Don’t expect to return
to me, I won’t be here. I won’t stay
to put up with your spoilt tirade.
Nothing is perfect.
Yet everything is perfect.
You simply haven’t learnt how to see.