A Conversation With A Hater

A Conversation With A Hater

A Poem by PoeticFury
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Haters... please

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I consider poetry to be my bike I can get off and on, but at the end no matter how long I stay off when it is all set and done I know how to ride it's like your favorite song that you can't help but listen to. The thing you hear in your head when you are alone.


Its like a rigid train on a track with no way to keep in place like a picture without a frame.

The results will be the same.

People say poetry is a joke. It's for sissies.

That wanting to become a writer is something that you want to do, but you know you can't.


They say I can't save people... They say I am no saint.

Yet if an artist loses his brush.

If he loses his canvas.

If he loses his ideas.

Does that still mean that he can, or will not be able to paint?


Haters realize that this is a passion that is today's latest fashion.

That means compassion, aggression, supporting anger, and when it comes to the negative with you all we are not messing.

We have the weapons of mash destruction and with our words we can kill you, and by the day we get more dangerous. Yes we are stashing.


Feel free to hate tell your friends to do the same.

Rather you are black, white, purple, blue, green, coming from another country.

The prince of rage.....

The princess of words.

For that matter if you are modest.

This is what we do and it will die with us over this life, and you will remember our names.


......Yet this time..... The time.....


Which you take to make fun of us.

Looking for the smallest sign to compare cause you hate to look in the mirror.

You have to really think that hard.

While before we speak or talk in our head already rest a painting, image, dream, someones pain when they scream.

......Design the image in our head......


We do this for many reasons hook us up to and monitor and watch our brain activity I bet that it will be higher than yours when you dream, or for that matter when you are alive.


For that matter we can be long gone and dead.

It's our job and love to do what we desire.

To lift ourselves off the ground.

To write as if we can't break a habit with a form of drugs, and we won't quick till we are high.


~sigh~

I wish you haters the best on your trip and journey to whatever you think that you will achieve, but as for us why don't you leave us be because for what we believe in.

....We shall never turn our backs on it. Now show your ignorance. Face us....

Let's see who will be the first to leave.

We are best friends with each other.

You know me and my fellow writers.

We may not be the most popular, but our neighbors are destiny and succeed.

So hate on us more.....

Cause this is how we are and this is how we will stay.

Step into our world of words.

Care to play?

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© 2011 PoeticFury


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PoeticFury
PoeticFury

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Heaven has no fury like a writer with emotion. I love writing more than I love life. Why? Cause writing is my life, and without it I have no life. I enjoy music, and meeting new people. Also like most.. more..

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