It came then, all of lies tied by such desperation strolling walls gazing their defiled back streets laden with insecurities, malice and contempt
we each had eyes, yet, they chose the blind redemption of heroin's strung out harlot spread eagled clenching a crucifix between their teeth learning, god was never in the rain...
needing little things, crawling, worms dripping from each mouth a fruition never quite overcome
I learned to hate them, lost panderers selling tarnished wares unneeded, and worst of all....unwanted....
I laughed aloud my cock leaning the tower of their destruction
their whore'd ideals aflame drowned by the embers of a fantastic death
poor souls, dead skin masks waving their arms in a final betrayal of the rose and a pre madonna dildo plunge
so utterly lost I spit their creation, turned and returned my proper throne bound by the sinew of an expanding visceral hate
without voice I watched oddly amused by this god awful need to burn them all
They walk putrid roads piling bones for my throne while swallowing each nuance of a subtle red soaked murder
I shine upon whispers without foundations of a steel beamed togetherness
unlimited, I strike their hearts with indulgence yet eat their words without remorse
they plummet, teary eyed and aflame in pointless disregard of a suffocating concrete tomb
No earth beneath them
defenseless behind a smiles simple stupidity
empty boxes piling against the shores of self destruction...
fingers clinging to hope, raw in a self indulgent blood-lust
seeking
always fucking.........
seeking
wishing they could find redemption, o how they wish.....
Words.....
falling from mouths full of dirt and dead things crawling from the deep places hidden by their own needing betrayal
they are the soil I piss striving to encompass all they never could and never should
lil peckers drawn to the death I masturbate over their runes collapsing their
worthless moment spreading eternity's blanket fucking need to destroy it all
Wide the gate fuckers
I see you......
pleading the voice
pleading the dream never held
alone
so completely alone
no one cares
no-one ever has
no-one ever will
poor you
die
just fucking die
for me
for the unity
for above all else
you
die for you
for the walls you pray and hang pictures of self mutilation and heartfelt terror
in your darkest needing cry baby bullshit when the light dims and all you are is nothing
nothing at all
die for me
I am the war upon the winds without limit of wimpish "please look at me" settling
I am the tides crushing man made ideals as I suffer no law
The madness drawn from eyes open and flesh becoming more than a pleasing jerk-off behind the church
Crawl to me you fucking maggots withering in the wild weather of a winking worthlessness
I take you into me you luke warm deceptions
and spew you from my mouth into the crevasses of all I desire descending depths baron of all decency
festoon my fucking bed-chambers with your guts and decrepit innocence
I am...
the blood flowing wounds never asking to be healed cause the pain makes me alive you mutherfuckers
the joy that goes unsaid festering inside till I explode in a semi automatic display of self indulgence
the murder in your heart you conceal blinded of the real you
the mirror knowing all your secrets and smiling the whole fucking time of your death
I speak tongues and whisper in the those dark times telling take the knife you worthless fuck
plunge it deep past your worth and way through your tortured youth and plastic existence
I am the inner war you have always dreamed of laying waste to fields of soldiers in a display of pure wanton madness and beautiful disregard
I paint for God that he see Magnificence.
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A contest entry
- Hate by sheltered.
600 points, ended August 4, 2008, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Hate by ApathysEnemy.
650 points, ended November 22, 2008, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this was really interesting. I sensed the hate really well in a few places but not throughout. Other than that the poem was very well-written and poetic
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And here you didn't even comment on the gay pink background...what kind of a fuckin hater are ya?..haha
Ya, I know all to well it needs some fine tuning, I have this habit of just writing and posting shit...
I am not familiar with the rules, can I do a revamp?
As far as the way it leads up, I find hate does the same thing, starts slow and leads to the frothing mouth then the all glorious pitchfork plunge....
cheers bud. -
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you are always allowed to tinker up until judging time
and I am not in the mood to judge right away
maybe tomorrow sometime
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To be honest if it wasn't my contest and I didn't have an obligation to read it all I wouldn't have but damn if I wouldn't have missed some excellent shit. Like a lot of novels and I haven't read many because i'd give up before giving it a chance...
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You need to shorten the first part a bit in my opinion because it starts off weak and people need to have a reason to keep reading since after it kicks in this is the cat's ass. Honestly man... Great stuff. Please work on it more.
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You made me a non-hater of long poetry but I believe this could be fine tuned slightly. Overall a fucking masterpiece though
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Fuck...
Man, hosetly, this is one of the coolest things i've ever red and I will bookmark it after this contest is over for futher re-read
I paint for God that he see Magnificence.
not to mention that you really encompassed the true feeling of hate but you also had so many points of bright light in this... Much cudos man. This is top notch. do spell check and all that cause it's woth making even greater. -
"semi automatic display of self indulgence"...
I do that all the time -
"take you into me you luke warm deceptions"
this line seems to either need to be "your" or "deception" in it's singular state? -
to the last ^
Crawl to me you fucking maggots withering in the wild weather of a winking worthlessness -
hard hitting and awesome free spewn alliteration
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"I am the war upon the winds without limit of wimpish settling"
holy fuck I can't syop quoying you...
Is this awesome and i'm just drunk enough to understand? -
fuck!
"in your darkest needing cry baby bullshit when the light dims and all you are is nothing
nothing at all
die for me"
this is so EMO but still so coo; -
That's some REAL hate man. You fuckin' got 'er
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"mouths full of dirt and dead things"
man there are so many thingd I like about this... -
love the way it begins to pick up in intensity....
still reading... damn you and your novels, but it's shaping up well... -
Smile's stupidity
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First thing that really struck me...
"They walk putrid roads piling bones for my throne"
man I love that.
ccmmenting as I read and I have to conclude initially that this whole fuckin stanza rocks...
"They walk putrid roads piling bones for my throne while swallowing each nuance of a subtle red soaked murder
I shine upon whispers without foundations of a steel beamed togetherness
limited, I strike their hearts without indulgence yet eat their words without remorse
they plummet, teary eyed and aflame in pointless disregard of a suffocating concrete tomb"
wow, just half way through...
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