He's ugly & He hates
by
Randy Lynn
What was born from you
was born dead
so hear! at the end of year 24
he gets to be reborn
dieing to life from age one
i havent lived a day
sense i came from your womb
love a dead son, love a dead sun!!!
oh yes, that one with his hungry eyes
that... man, well he has built himself from lies
he likes it when i call him brother
id prefer you inside of me drunk
and she did, so i get to die again
what where you, to you?
You tried enough i suppose, you tried enough
up your nose, you tried enough without your clothes,
well i was certainly enough and you never tried me
ami the beautiful ghost, of things i loved you had the most
i've wasted enough time writing poems for you both
oh self, you get the pitiful chuckle
but i must destroy him, (you never knew how to
learn) but i did, i did learn how to survive! (Don't
you know how to live?) I learned how to feel.
(But emotions aren't something i care to give)
who the f*ck are you randy!?.... i dont care i dont care
i dont care who i am you can win, so
i can die again, oh but i will never die,
because there is no hell and i will never ba able
to deserve to punish myself, i f*ck*ng hate your names
i will never say them again as irony drains my pen
i write it dead. no more ink. i want you to
write me in our blood!!! what the f*ck have you
done to me?!!! Wheres my want to bleed. i want
to hate you with my f*ck*ng fists!!! did i always
Want to be this way? i dont know, i dont care!!!
what am i doing anymore? Yeah i made me
i made me this way. i certainly made myself this way
but i had to, to escape you.
i dug as deep as i could
and this is what is left, what you could not use
as deep as i could forever
forever as deep as i could
and this is all i am
i dont care, you cant force me to
i dont care what you gave me to build with
i dont care i dont care i dont care
if all i can do is hate, and all i will be is forever ugly.
HELL,thats Me
was born dead
so hear! at the end of year 24
he gets to be reborn
dieing to life from age one
i havent lived a day
sense i came from your womb
love a dead son, love a dead sun!!!
oh yes, that one with his hungry eyes
that... man, well he has built himself from lies
he likes it when i call him brother
id prefer you inside of me drunk
and she did, so i get to die again
what where you, to you?
You tried enough i suppose, you tried enough
up your nose, you tried enough without your clothes,
well i was certainly enough and you never tried me
ami the beautiful ghost, of things i loved you had the most
i've wasted enough time writing poems for you both
oh self, you get the pitiful chuckle
but i must destroy him, (you never knew how to
learn) but i did, i did learn how to survive! (Don't
you know how to live?) I learned how to feel.
(But emotions aren't something i care to give)
who the f*ck are you randy!?.... i dont care i dont care
i dont care who i am you can win, so
i can die again, oh but i will never die,
because there is no hell and i will never ba able
to deserve to punish myself, i f*ck*ng hate your names
i will never say them again as irony drains my pen
i write it dead. no more ink. i want you to
write me in our blood!!! what the f*ck have you
done to me?!!! Wheres my want to bleed. i want
to hate you with my f*ck*ng fists!!! did i always
Want to be this way? i dont know, i dont care!!!
what am i doing anymore? Yeah i made me
i made me this way. i certainly made myself this way
but i had to, to escape you.
i dug as deep as i could
and this is what is left, what you could not use
as deep as i could forever
forever as deep as i could
and this is all i am
i dont care, you cant force me to
i dont care what you gave me to build with
i dont care i dont care i dont care
if all i can do is hate, and all i will be is forever ugly.
HELL,thats Me
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What can i say me at my worst but better than ive ever been.
as a child i was not aloud to hate and it consumed me. my hate is the purest part of me
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This piece of work saved my life and changed my entire life.it stands to prove that i am a real person if only to myself. this poem makes me worthy substantial and valuable to my perception of identity. i literally become euphoric and my mind races inside of itself with freedom with pure freedom from myself
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IN YOUR HEART
I don't want to build a cottage
By the bank of the river,
With a beautiful landscape
Or in the midst of busy city.
I shall not build and adorn
With worldly materials and jewel.
With the love that is divine
I want to build a cottage in your heart.
Not my mortal body
But my soul will dwelt there.
When your heart feel my love
You may sense the eternal joy.
My love will put wings
So you can explore the land of dreams.
You will find only beauty
That lulled you and give joy.
My love will take your hand
To help you to stand
When you fall.
In solitude utter the words
To make your lip to smile.
Help to find the way in darkness.
And show the path of joy and peace.
To taste the life in paradise.
A poem by ROBIN PATIR
This poem is a part of my romantic poetry book”ONE DAY YOU WILL RUMINATE MY LOVE”
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