Hatred Poems
Not Every Soul Makes Into Heaven
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Save me from myself, dear God...
And from my wretched past...
I’ve paid the ultimate penance...
In this inferno of hell ever last...
I’ve learned the important lessons...
From all my evil ways...
Give my soul some peace, dear God...
In these long and final days...
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Is it?
by zeynep yildirim
Worth it I mean.
The Breath and Withhold you lose trying to convey your Feelings to the World next to xou.
The Stamina you need to develop, to last beneath those crushing Waves of self doubt, self pity and self loathing.
To surrender the Ability to recognize your Reflection after having forgotten which dream to follow.
Endless Moments wasted for a shred of foreign, mindless acceptance.
How come you are ready to lose so much of yourself when you don´t even know what you´re so desperately in Need of.
Ready to thrash between wanting to go unseen and hide your Mistakes or stick out to feel an ounce of Uniqueness.
Because this is not going to end.
It is not going to end with you losing a Battle against yourself in order to blend into the Mass to the Point where you´ve forgotten your favourite colour.
Within your Lifetime the only Thing you´re going to realize is that what you´ve been looking for is right there.
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Leave
by baby panda
"i still think of you
...am i even surprised anymore?"
.
late night again
it's getting pointless
and it's getting
noisy in my head
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Inside voices
by Sarah Abdulla
“Shhh, don’t speak”, she whispers
in my ear, the sound of her words
so sharp they pierce my ears.
“They’ll know what to take if you speak”,
she tells me, but I have chosen to
ignore her cautious words.
There is a salty taste in my mouth,
watery drops spilling from my
eyes, I’m crying.
The voices are taunting me
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Solace?
by Willem BurgerMy mind's always like I'm in a solace like I'm not gonna get older but I swear it's got no clue..that my heart's gonna crumble, stumbling over what the hell I should do,that I should say nothing's wrong that I'm always gonna stay young and not take the fall for all the blames I've seen it all, apart of me it's like a bursting seem it's gonna tare I get so scared of that one fragile golden thread the line keeping my thoughts from becoming dead is it a sign or is it what's said am I a solace to you or am I a cage to me instead?
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by Sarah Abdulla
“Shhh, don’t speak”, she whispers
in my ear, the sound of her words
so sharp they pierce my ears.
“They’ll know what to take if you speak”,
she tells me, but I have chosen to
ignore her cautious words.
There is a salty taste in my mouth,
watery drops spilling from my
eyes, I’m crying.
The voices are taunting me
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Het Jood zijn in een haatvolle wereld
by Mario Odekerken
Het begint niet met schreeuwen
maar met blikken die te lang blijven hangen
vragen die geen nieuwsgierigheid dragen
maar oordeel,verpakt in beleefdheid.
Je loopt door straten
alsof je geschiedenis op je voorhoofd draagt,
alsof elke voetstap echo's wekt
van namen die vergeten moesten worden
maar nooit werden vergeten.
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"Being Jewish in a hateful world"
by Mario Odekerken
It doesn't start with shouting
but with glances that linger too long,
questions that carry no curiosity
only judgement, wrapped in politeness.
You walk through streets
as if history is written on your forehead,
as if every step awakens echoes
of names meant to be forgotten
but never were.
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"Judisch sein in einer hasserfüllten Welt"
by Mario Odekerken
Es beginnt nicht mit Schreien,
sondern mit Blicken,
die zu lange haften bleiben,
mit Fragen,
die keine Neugier tragen
sondern Urteil-höflich verpackt.
Du gehst durch Straßen,
als trügst du Geschichte auf der Stirn.
Jeder Schritt ruft Echos hervor von Namen,
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by aaa bccddde
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