My Hates of Life
I hate this feeling of being blue
I hate the world and everyone,
Of being alone, and couples, too.
I hate the laughter and the fun.
I hate that my friends are far away.
I hate not going out to the clubs,
Have no one to talk to on this day.
I hate the hotties with Man or Hubs.
I hate to see the kids all around.
I hate the thought that I won't have my own
Kids to play with, a wife, love abound.
I hate that you do, down to the bone.
I hate that I have never heard the phrase,
"I love you" except from family or close friends.
09.03.2005
I hate the world and everyone,
Of being alone, and couples, too.
I hate the laughter and the fun.
I hate that my friends are far away.
I hate not going out to the clubs,
Have no one to talk to on this day.
I hate the hotties with Man or Hubs.
I hate to see the kids all around.
I hate the thought that I won't have my own
Kids to play with, a wife, love abound.
I hate that you do, down to the bone.
I hate that I have never heard the phrase,
"I love you" except from family or close friends.
09.03.2005
posted by Earth Rooster at 11:17 PM
6 Comments:
Thanks for posting a comment on my site. Art, poetry, etc. - all are subjective..if it's heart-felt and accurate, how can that be bad or wrong? I'm looking forward to reading some stuff on here and I think it's cool that there's men out there who aren't afraid to write.
I'll check back here frequently.
-sette
Don't check back too often. I tend not to post a whole lot on here. Unless, that is, I am in a crap mood.
On the other hand, with the holidays approaching, I could be posting a lot.
ER
liked your poem, felt the sorrow when I read it..Chin up
Thanks for visiting my site. I will probably check back often. Liked the poem, kind of is close to how I feel right about now.
Bloghoppped here from Sette Stanze Rosse.
I hate to see the kids all around.
I hate the thought that I won't have my own
Kids to play with, a wife, love abound.
I hate that you do, down to the bone.
Raw, as raw can be.
I've been there.
Especially about the kids part...
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