Her heart went hot in a flame of hate beating cruel and alone in the darkness.

Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
Her heart went hot in a flame of hate beating cruel and alone in the darkness.

Love and hate are honest feelings that life demands in her own voice and power.

I lost all chance of you, I did want you. And there won't be another chance. And I hate it. If you're honest, so am I.

I've been thinking, I have a chance to emerge from a world of hate.

It was easier to hate when your love wasn't wanted.

I sit here, drowning in self hate and the blank hell of my primitive consciousness, it seems too late. I can see only the filth of my life. Reality is what I make it. Can I ever honestly accept how I rationalize my life?
