Pure Hate

Hurt is not hate.

I do wish that it could have been anyone but you.

Could one change have changed everything?

A Hurt Machine.

Something that is so beautiful as the destruction of it all.

I want all the suffering to end.

I've known now what I wish I did when you were taken from me.

Forever is a long time without you.

To never again have your breath on me.

I wish I could feel your eyes on me.

One more time.

The trauma I can deal with.

The anger I can't control.

Now that I know I'll never get you back.

And I know, if I could see you again...

You'd give me the chance to hear you say you'd want me to let you go.

And not see you gone.

That's just a dream and then there's the reality.

So when I see the world today.

After all this time of war and all of this blood spilled.

No more violence.

No more hatred.

Peace.

Temporary peace.

Except by me.

There's nothing in me anymore without you.

A heart that beats but no heart to give ever again.

Everyone will pay for what they did to you and me.

Taken the love of my life for something so small and so vain.

I don't have it in me anymore to give anything but all my hate.

The world will pay.

For what it did to our love story.

Los Angeles Poetry Club

Do you write poetry?

You should.

I ask if you do because I want things to change

I want you to Be the Change.

 

You, Cheryl.

You Edward.

You James.

You Marie.

You Tay.

You're the change that I want out there.

You're the one that will bring hope to the world.

This moment is yours.

Do with it as you please.

No matter what, know that this is a safe space to be.

You're welcome here.

You'll meet others who can understand what it's like to be

You're here with me

In California.

And God I love living here.

I fall in love here everyday I'm here.

I get to ponder about things like "why do we die?"

I try to come up with ideas to keep living.

To make today and the future better.

Maybe I'll be the one that does it

Maybe it'll be me.

Maybe it's you.

You should do it.

Without us here at the table

Our vision won't even be known.

Tell us all how you feel.

Even it's not ideal.

Success isn't without its share of failure.

So let's make a Poetry Club.

We can call it Sweet Poetry.

We can call it the Los Angeles Poetry Club.

Whatever it is, we'll know that it's a change

In the right direction.

From within.

A hope for a better life

Through the poetry

Through being famous authors

Through the power of words

That have meaning.

Salesmanship

D.I.

Why?

I'm not interested in your ways.

You're a fool and always have been.

When was the last time you empowered anybody?

I do it everyday.

I do things a little different, yeah.

So what?

The way you do things is exactly how a moron would.

Follow someone's ass around town,

Agree with everything to get your sale.

You're scripted,

But far from an actor.

You're a wannabe's wannabe.

In the world full of fakery,

You're nothing but a phony.

You couldn't be more of a silly person if you were live on TV.

You give clowns a bad name,

Because clowns are actually fucking funny.

You've never even had a chance of a better future with hope.

It's cause you're nothing,

But a dope.

You have no individualism ideals,

While you think daily drug abuse is cool.

It's not medicine, it's called being an addict.

Also, what are you, 14?

Grow the fuck up. 

Fuck all you coward racists too.

Time to get help.

From who I don't care.

Maybe read a fucking book once in a while.

You might learn something about the world.

You made money?

Oh, wow, cool.

You're so special,

Aren't you?

Cool.

Good for you.

Go work another 80 hours a week.

Make someone else rich.