I HateI hate how I was inspired to do this listI hate that I wonder how long I'm going to rant on about the things I hateI hate that I know I'm going to misspell a lot of wordsI hate when I say "fine" people think I said "why"I hate how loud I get when I'm getting excitedI hate how I might be partially deaf because in my household with my folks we have to scream to each otherI hate how much my mom loves meI hate it when I tell my friends I hate my momI hate how they tell me that I don't hate my momI hate how people tell me that I can't hate someoneI hate peopleI hate STUPID peopleI hate hypocritesI hate how I'm a hypocrite
What can I do?Where could darkness as dark as this have come from?Too far to see but we know that we can sense that it exists.And how can I do anything but run fromThe will to fight a fight for which I feel so ill-equipped?But what can I do?I throw my hands up half in anguish half in praise.When I try to count my blessings, I just see sorrow in a cage.But I'm afraid, 'cause what can I do?If this didn't horrify me, I'd be heartlessBut every night I lay here paralyzed.But I won't be consumed with all this darknessInstead I find surprise within the light.But what can I do?I throw my hands up half in anguish half in praise.When I tr
Hymn of the WindBurn, burn, burn, burn...The skies their drawing,Storm has passed.Where has the light gone,'Fraid of such fright?Bark still standing,but green now burning.All life gone,Black with the sun.With this day,The mountains has shuddered.Hymns of wind, once their love song,Now still in char and wet in ash.The cliffs,The receding ocean...Ne'er messages to, fro,Seemed if end was nigh,Til this whispers...The prairie over, blades dancing to a new drum.The cliffs sway,A whistling burrow,the clouds soon depart,Uncovering the grey stuck to the ground.Neigh, yet the land is infertilePillaged with fires greed,