Hate,
it boils inside you,
till you can't take it anymore.
You have to let it loose,
no control over your actions,
you snap with a brief glimpse into insanity,
nothing but a big black hole.
Hatrid,
It kills,
It soothes,
but most of all,
it creates,
Revenge,
the sweetest thing of all time.
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Joleahe
A contest entry
- A Few Options by MourningSun.
450 points, ended December 21, 2007, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Congrats on your HM! I'm guessing "hate" does boil inside someone until they can't take it any more and erupt like a volcano. As for me, I have never included it in my vocabulary. About as close as I get is "dislike." Guess that's why I always stay so optimistic with only frustration every now and then.
Ted E
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It's a good piece of work and I can tell you understood what I meant. It is a nice poem that describes well the feeling of hate and it's causes. Good job.
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