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Hate

May 7, 2009
By papasgirl831 BRONZE, Pageland, South Carolina
papasgirl831 BRONZE, Pageland, South Carolina
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Hate is the smell of burning flesh,
In the rotting pits of hell
It is the taste of molding mushrooms,
Surrounded by worms,
In the moist dirt
Hate is the sound of dark whispering and
Painful screaming that fill a damp alleyway
It looks like everything you want that is set aflame
And turned to ash
It feels like a dull knife, digging deeper in your skin,
And only your blood’s warmth,
Dripping down your lips,
Comforts you.


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julian GOLD said...
on Sep. 3 2009 at 1:19 pm
julian GOLD, Eugene, Oregon
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Favorite Quote:
The goal is not about living forever, the goal is about creating something that can.

That's a pretty intense poem, but I like it quite a bit actually! Keep writing, because you're good at it!

If you can, take a look at my stuff too, thanks.