Free verse № 6553
I Hate You
I despise you.
You took my heart,
And ripped it in to shreds.
Until there was nothing left.
I detest you.
You stabbed my chest
Until my blood flowed out
Into a puddle of crimson
Beneath my aching figure.
Until there was a hole
Of emptiness within
My abused body,
Helpless and hopeless,
Cold and dead.
You had offered me warmth,
But I was so na??ve.
I believed you.
I wanted you.
I did not anticipate
All this pain
All this hurt.
You went away
With hardly a farewell.
How dare you go
And leave me all alone?
I am so lonely,
I need someone.
I hate you,
I hate you.
You hurt me the most
When you didn???t mean to.
I hate you,
I hate you.
You left my life forever,
With barely a farewell.
I hate you,
I hate you.
I hate you because I love you.
43 comments
a) the emotions you have experienced are unique
b) you are special
c) you have written in an interesting, novel or otherwise wond'rous fashion
I have said this already, but you seem to be slow on the pick-up: NONE OF THESE ARE TRUE. So the fact that you have written about real emotions does not justify your releasing your writings into the public domain.
Now let's address some of the issues you have raised. Who cares what people think about your poem? Well obviously you do, since you have submitted it to a web site where it is periodically displayed to visitors for them to read it, score it and comment on it. You appear to be having difficulty grasping the ramifications of this action. If you post shitty poetry to a poetry ranking site, people will, by the medium of clicking '0' and typing rude words, TELL YOU IT IS SHIT. You posted it because you wanted to. That proves nothing, except that a purely private, therapeutic poem was posted against your wishes by someone else, or perhaps by yourself during a period of temporary insanity. I do not 'bitch' to everyone who writes about emotions: partly because a few have managed to do it in an interesting way, but mostly because I only bitch to those who, by their own actions, present their shitty work to me, like you have done. You can't 'be "cool" for [me]' simply by writing poetry that I like. You'd have to stop being the self-centred fucking moron you obviously are, but that's not going to happen. And you are a fucking whore.
to raven 18:dont listen to his shit,im on your side :)
last time i checked, poetry utilized metaphor to express ideas.
maybe he dumped you because you have no imagination???
hey JJ, guess who this is? =D
Who requires my hwords nay pearls of wisdome.
peace.
And his point, if it hasn't been driven in before, is the following:
This poem is not good. Period. It is not talented poetry. It is trite. These comments are not questionable: they're not just opinions, they're pretty much given as truths. This is a public web page titled "Poemranker". We rank poems at Poemranker. Ranking involves judgement, henceforth it is our duty to judge your poetry. We have judged it, and found it to be not good poetry.
His second, and seperate point, is that he's tired of people thinking that this isn't crap, because it is. And, consequently, he's tired of this page being flooded with crappy poetry. It's understandable to get tired of crap every once and a while. Are you tired of country music? Or the Backstreet Boys? If so, you can relate to how -=Dark_Angel=- is feeling. He feels like ranting and insulting people, so that's what he did. So show him a bit of compassion, people! Sweet Jesus. Try to be nice sometimes, and MAYBE he'd be nicer to you. Do onto others as you'd have them do unto you, or something like that.
Oh, I forgot to add my own comment. If these feelings (of being "cold and dead") were so "real", how did you get over them in "a little while"?
here are some excerpts if anyone needs to be reminded:
"What on EARTH is wrong with you, you fucking idiot? Do you think this is original in any way? Do you think anyone gives a flying fuck?"
"It says NOTHING except that you're a fucking moron. You're probably the most ugly son of a fuck the world has ever seen."
"But how could anyone love such a pathetic cretin? I couldn't. Nobody could. No-one. You'll end up married to some mousy loser just like you only to avoid being lonely when you retire. Of course, you could equally well be female, in which case just fucking get used to the fact that men want your punani, not your stupid opinions..."
"You worthless pool of semen. You butt-kissing little whore. Never attempt to share your feelings again if they're this awful."
Who should we be nice to again? Dark Angel was obviously just being a dickhead! How simple is it to say a poem is bad? It's fucking simple. He/She didn't need to add in all of that other irrelevant, insulting bullshit.
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