.. Hate him..
I hate the way he talks.

I hate he's beauteful eyes.
I hate he's perfegt smile.

I hate that he's with her.
I hate that she is so beauteful.

I hate that she is so sweet, and that she can have exactly that boy she want's.
I hate that it's him she goat.

I hate when I know.
I hate when I don't.

I hate that I don't really hate her.
and I hate that i envy her so much.

I hate that they are so perfegt together.
I hate that i diden't toke my chance.
I hate my self for loosing him.

I hate.. I hate myself so much, but mostly I hate HIM for making me so sad..

Sincere. How old are you?

I just figured you were kind of young cause you show that kind of emotion in your work.

I love "I Hate."

This is a very, very good poem, and it really means something to me.

Welcome, Child of Pain; I am a child of pain myself.

Respect and solidarity to you, new friend and fellow poet!

a few of the spelling errors should be corrected

you see child,
as we age and mature,
our emotions become corrected,
so we look to some other to find what's at fault
and to keep our own spell in its binding, unknown
and our self in its place,
unperterbed or distraught.


if you write, it's alright
S.

love and hate
sail inthe same boat
navigating wonders in a lot
let the boat move on with destined spirit
shudderless at times may save us in hot


supani123@yahoo.com

that was sick.............i loved it.


Bloop?