The Harlequin
June 26th, 2009, 10:56 AM
This poem embraces a strong emotion of hate, it might make you feel a bit better if you're feeling slightly oppressed by older people. If it seems a little dark then I intend to post a love poem in a little while,
Please comment and tell me what you think!
**HATING YOU, SIR**
God! I am glad.
That this day you
Had the grace
Not to make me like
The smug bastard who
Keeps a stranglehold
Upon this house.
The ugly face
The ugly words...
Indeed ~ you fashioned yourself quite a
Quasimodo;
To test me I guess...
Why else would there be need for such a
Crime against the beauty
Of the world?
He is blessed with a unique
Essence of an abhorred nature.
One I do not envy, but observe...
As one stares at the weak freak
Within --
In the skin...
Is it wrong to
Wish to
Silence him forever?
To send him back
To hell ~ O Lord!
I ask only to save you the fee
Of a thousand souls. All the same
Question in their hearts.
They would not have to ask
If at this moment
His bloodshot empty eyes were cold,
His temperature ~ much the same
His mouth agape, drooling
Scarlet Paint.
Please comment and tell me what you think!
**HATING YOU, SIR**
God! I am glad.
That this day you
Had the grace
Not to make me like
The smug bastard who
Keeps a stranglehold
Upon this house.
The ugly face
The ugly words...
Indeed ~ you fashioned yourself quite a
Quasimodo;
To test me I guess...
Why else would there be need for such a
Crime against the beauty
Of the world?
He is blessed with a unique
Essence of an abhorred nature.
One I do not envy, but observe...
As one stares at the weak freak
Within --
In the skin...
Is it wrong to
Wish to
Silence him forever?
To send him back
To hell ~ O Lord!
I ask only to save you the fee
Of a thousand souls. All the same
Question in their hearts.
They would not have to ask
If at this moment
His bloodshot empty eyes were cold,
His temperature ~ much the same
His mouth agape, drooling
Scarlet Paint.