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Flame of Hate

Posted on October 1, 2023October 1, 2023 by Erin B.
Her heart went hot in
a flame of hate
beating
cruel and alone
in the darkness.

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Posted in Poems on AngerTagged alone, beating, cruel, darkness, flame, hate, heart, hot

Honest Feelings

Posted on September 30, 2022September 30, 2022 by Erin B.
Love and hate
are honest feelings
that life
demands in her own voice
and power.

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Posted in I Am Woman, Poem on Love, Poems on Anger, Poems on LifeTagged demands, feelings, hate, honest, life, love, power, voice

If You’re Honest

Posted on August 4, 2022August 4, 2022 by Erin B.
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.

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Posted in Poem on Love, Poems on Heartbreak, Poems on SadnessTagged another, chance, hate, honest, lost, you, you're

Emerge

Posted on May 19, 2022August 2, 2022 by Erin B.
I've been thinking,
I have a chance to emerge
from a world of hate.

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Posted in Chasing the Light, Poems on Anger, Poems on LifeTagged chance, emerge, hate, thinking, world

Hate

Posted on March 22, 2022October 23, 2022 by Erin B.
It was easier
to hate
when your love wasn't wanted.

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Posted in Poems on Anger, Poems on Heartbreak, Poems on SadnessTagged hate, love, wanted

Drowning

Posted on January 29, 2022August 2, 2022 by Erin B.
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?

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Posted in Poems on Anger, Poems on Life, Poems on SadnessTagged filth, hate, hell, life, reality
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