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Thinking, what am I thinking? I’m thinking about how much I hate this. This? What is this? The world. That’s what it is. It’s disgusting; in all its hypocritical self deception sucking the life from everything that resides on its repulsive cracked and worn surfaces. God is a fucking disappointment. That horrid Lie, conceived by sovereign hungry men set on ruling over their hollow insignificant brothers in absolute fascism; in the worst way.
Faith, take the one thing men has that possible sets him apart from the meaningless rubbish around him, and use it to feel his heart with fear, installed by his own stupidity. That’s Right Pope, nourish yourself off that anxiety and ignorance, twist it and manipulate it to your will. To God’s will. Die in the name of the Lord; In the name of a man with a good sense of humor and one hell of a story. Bullshit you mother fuckers.
This Room is killing me, so compressed. Look at this, psycho babbling confused shit hole. Red. Let’s stick them in a Red room, that’ll calm there senses and annoy all the living protest out of them. Yeah. Sure will. You fucks. So she says “Why do you think you don’t belong here?” Ha. Whore. I’m not insane really, just highly afflicted with a sense of intellectual independence and pride. Yeah right. Damage that and I’ll damage you. Get it. Good. Silence… Damn straight.
Suit up solider, because you better consume the world, before it consumes you. Make sure that ties straight too. Better yet, drink in all that revulsion, for breakfast, its life buddy. Makes you prevailing over all those other nauseating little pawns. I hate Corporate Offices and Governments; the World’s prodigies of the American Evil. Paint on a smile and knock all the human empathy for anything other then yourself, out of your ruthless little brain, and let’s go! With your fancy highly overpriced hunk of metal; and that bright and shining smile. Success. You win.
That’s right go get a job, man, make something of you. Sure. That sounds like something I’m cut out for. Let’s mentally and emotionally murder competition around you to achieve the greatest title ever imaginable in 20th century. A fucking success. Doctors, Lawyers, Real estate, Business men. Destroy all, in the god forgiven aspiration to become wealthy. Eat the fucking world man, before it makes you someone else’s hors d'oeuvre.
I’m fucking done, fuck you, you tyrant sick scheming pile of undignified divine horse shit. Keep trying to Stroke my cerebral cortex and I’ll spit something nasty in your face. Bitch.
Author notes
"Llamas own"
I had spent 3 months of my life in a mental rehabilitation center when I was a teenager. I use to self mutilate myself, like so many others. Another girl at school decided to make fun of me for it, during english class. She choose the wrong teen to poke fun at. Violence is really never the best answer, but I know she got what she deserved. It landed me in the looney bin for a while. This pretty much sums up how I felt for sometime.
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A contest entry
- Teen Angst by Perfect-Pain.
333 points, ended October 24, 2008, 52 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Anything Goes! by vampireblood.
475 points, ended November 15, 2008, 26 entries
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this is hateful!! However, I'm not sure its a poem so much as a rant. Its not very poetic at all and the word use is good
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Yes, you're right, it isn't very poetic. But, when I think of things I can't stand, pretty words and flowing beautiful thoughts don't come to my mind at all. True hate is like true love, nearly impossible to find. Most people mistake, dislike, or envy for hatred. Just as they mistake lust, and admiration for love. So, thank you for your comment, but I'll remove my entry as to give someone with a better style that suits your taste a chance. Goodluck with your contest and I hope you come across some poets you trully enjoy.
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i didn't say i didn't enjoy it... i always love a good rant... but i would rather my entries be poetic... and i get what you're saying about the hate and love thing.. thats what ive been thinking lately... ive been trying to describe hate... i just cant... exactly like love... or true love anyway
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This was a very emotional piece. I liked how you expressed your thoughts in this. I cant say that I know I exactly how you feel, cause I didnt go to somewhere like that. But I use to self mutilate myself and that takes alot out of a person. Some people get better others dont. It just depends on if the person is willing to get better. I hope that you have overcome it, its hard I know. I really did like this. Thanks for entering and best of luck to you in my contest.
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Thanks for entering. This is exactly the sort of thing I was looking for.
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Very angry
and emotional. Hope this helps you cope. It is always hard to walk in unknown shoes. I have had much sadness over the years but not felt much of this kind of anger.
Jim
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I'm really a very kind and polite person, but I feel deep fury quite often. I find that writing is a much more constructive way to deal with it, rather than most alternatives. Thank you Jim, for taking the time to read some of my work, and commenting on it.
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I too find both healing
and a catharsis in writing and getting things out on paper.
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This one is very intense. I can feel your anger, your rage, and your disgust in the world around you. The fact that you don't hold back your feelings and your thoughts really help portray your true emotions. It's truly emotional. I love it.
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Wow.......a lot of emotion in this. And obviously this was on your mind. Holy crap....I'm kinda at a loss for words. Very stunning work.
ing alone,
Mylee
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