I few thoughts from a time ago

I'm hoping that maybe just maybe someone that reads these will relate and see that they can make it through hard times. I know they helped me.

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Anger, the world is hate. Love is nothing but hate and it lies waiting to pounce on his or her prey. It grows, bigger and bigger until, all consuming flames scar and cut away at hopes, dreams and flesh. Hope can flea gaining and gaining until that which they call love pounces. then and only then can result in death. Hate much the same as love, can betray any eye or sense for that for that matter. It can pass through brick, concrete, wall and even flesh. To your heart, where it festers as love making you feel wanted, good until time comes for it to spread its cape and reveal itself. Run as much, confront as much. Eventually its wear sets in. Like erosion of a sandy bank, the waves hitting against it much like insults, deaths, fights and beatings.
-Aaron Buotte

Author's Note

This is acutally from a journal and if anyone likes them then I will post more. Please also let me know if I am in the wrong section or if this isn't what you consider poetry. Thank you

Reviews

[The Shadow of the Dawn]

it is really well writen you shold keep it up and im pretty sure that you put it in the right area