Why do I hate?

Why do I hate?

A Poem by Arielle Ann

People say: why do you hate?

Life is so less to love,

And yet you fret!

But I hate, I despise

I scream , I fight,

 Would kill the swine

With those bare hands of mine!

All hate to live

But I live to hate

Pleasure in pain

I ask myself insane!

Do you feel too?

This happiness in hate?

© 2011 Arielle Ann


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biting and deadly venom here...beautiful concept...

Posted 13 Years Ago


I like the darkness you portrayed in this. It sort of reminds me of kink, pleasure from pain, a sort of sadistic enjoyment of the bad.

Im surprised that I got this effect from something written in little detail, and so simply. Good piece, I enjoyed this.

Keep writing!!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Nice and twisty .... reminds me of one of my very early writes which had a couplet like : ....
this is where we kill to live
and live to kill again

this is where we live to die
and die to live again .

Nice write :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Interesting concept. Not sure I agree, but I will concede that it sometimes can serve a purpose. Probably not the one you're thinking of.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I good poem with a good theme, all round good:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Your approach is so similar to mine, that i cannot help but be amazed. This was a good poem and you should keep on writing and watch yourself grow. Good one.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I kicked hate out of my life over twenty years ago, never to return..

Posted 13 Years Ago


Good try..!!!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Arielle Ann
Arielle Ann

Bangalore, India



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