June 01, 2009
June 12, 2008
A time to hate.
Triton Unleashed | The Virtue of Hate
We hear an awful lot of bad things about hate these days. Apparently, being a hater is the absolutely worst thing one can be. It doesn't really matter what group of people or sort of behaviour one hates, it's the hate itself that gets folks in a tizzy.
1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
2 a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
3 a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 a time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7 a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 a time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Did you catch that? A time to hate.
(Ironically, it's those who are most vocally opposed to hate who seem to spew the most venom towards their ideological opponents. Hypocrisy abounds.)
I, on the other hand, don't have a problem with hate per se. It's how that hate is used that makes all the difference. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8:
1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
2 a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
3 a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 a time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7 a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 a time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Did you catch that? A time to hate.
January 11, 2007
Don't Hate Lazydork
December 08, 2006
I hate the way you stare but I love the way you lean!
LJ | jennyhan | I hate the way you stare but I love the way you lean!
>ten things I hate about you
I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when youre not around,
and the fact that you didnt call.
But mostly I hate the way I dont hate you,
not even close
not even a little bit
not even at all.
November 30, 2006
Hate is a strong word, But I really, really, really don't like you...
the ups and downs that go with | hate
You were everything I wanted
You were everything a girl could be
Then you left me brokenhearted
Now you don't mean a thing to me
All I wanted was your
Love love love love love love
Hate is a strong word
But i really, really, really don't like you
Now that it's over
I don't even know what I liked about you
Hate is a strong word
But I really, really, really don't like you
I really don't like you
Thought that everything was perfect
Isn't that how it's supposed to be?
Thought you thought that I was worth it
Now I think a little differently
All I wanted was your
Love love love love love love
Hate is a strong word
But i really, really, really don't like you
Now that it's over
I don't even know what I liked about you
Hate is a strong word
But I really, really, really don't like you
I really don't like you
Now that it's over you can't hurt me
Now that it's over you can't
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
All I wanted was your
Love love love love love love
Hate is a strong word
But I really, really, really don't like you (I really don't like you)
Now that it's over
I don't even know what I liked about you
Hate is a strong word
But I really, really, really don't like you...
November 22, 2006
A Poem: I Hate Thanksgiving (circa 2005)
greensboring.com | A Poem: I Hate Thanksgiving (circa 2005)
Turkey, stuffing, gravy and potatoes.
I still hate Aunt Deb's green bean casserole.
Gobble, Gobble, Gobble my dinner once said.
Where did mom go? Oh she's drunk in bed.
I still hate Aunt Deb's green bean casserole.
Gobble, Gobble, Gobble my dinner once said.
Where did mom go? Oh she's drunk in bed.
The dinner is ready, and Uncle Steve is still late.
My gay brother brought his homosexual date.
We all bow our head as Dad says grace.
Our Atheist Sister Denise makes an angry face.
We all sit down to eat our turkey dinner.
Right about then, reverend bob yells Denise is a sinner.
Sis jumps up, and flings her slice of pie.
The dog jumps to catch it and lands on the gay guy.
Grandma steps on the cat, who ran from the dog.
The carpet catches on fire from a fireplace log.
The babies are screaming in their high chairs
The kids are pulling out each others hairs.
Right about then I yell out singing
I can't wait for Christmas, because I hate Thanksgiving.
November 16, 2006
I hate poetry exercises. I hate them more than I hate beets.
Aw. I feel bad, because this guy's poetry isn't "Exe(k)rable." But categories are categories.
And I really, really hate beets. Nevertheless, every time someone lauds beets, and gets some ridiculous roasted beet salad on a bed of freesia with goat cheese and balsamic reduction, I try it. Even though I know the outcome will be the same. I will put it in my mouth, I will squeeze my eyes closed, I will choke it down, take a drink of soda, then say the same thing I always say "Beets taste like dirt." But I always try it because beets are like, so damn good for you.
It's not all that with the poetry exercise, but still: I try the exercise. I can't write anything. It feels forced and dumb. I throw my pen in the air and say "I hate poetry exercises." Inevitably though, after failing at the exercise, I'll be wonderfully inclined to write some other poem of my own making.
Well, maybe it is. I don't know shit from poetry. Click through and comment.
November 07, 2006
I Hate Cody
I HATE CODY
becuase he lives houston.
becuase he lives houston.
and he makes him fall for him, and he makes me feel warm inside. and he makes me want him.
10 things I hate about Cody
He lives in houston
How he makes me smile
how he makes me tingly everywhere
how he makes me want him
how he makes me so happy i want to cry because im not with him
how i like him so much its scary i call him a ghoul
I hate cody's guts.
actually. i pretty much love codys guts. all of him, i cant get him out of my mind, and i hate that because i cant see him.
i hate how he wont move to dallas and i wont move to houston.
i hate how he makes me laugh. and makes me AFDSJFDLSGJF
idk. idk, i just hate cody.
November 06, 2006
Why I hate Sting
croaking marley | Why I Hate Sting
Sir Gordon Summer is at again. Oh wait a minute. He’s not a knight he only acts like one. Lets start with a disclosure. Everyone who knows me knows one thing. That my adoration of Police is matched only by my abhorrence of Sting. Granted there are so many reasons to hate the ass, from his legendary arrogance to his sharing with us his marathon 5-hour tantric sex episodes (TMI, buddy) to the Brand New Day album. But what truly made him my enemy was that he started it first.
1987. Rolling Stone’s 20th Anniversary issue. Sting declares that Rock and roll is dead and there is nothing rebellious about it anymore. In that one instant Sting declared himself an enemy of rock and roll and an enemy of me.
November 01, 2006
I Hate You
I Hate You | by Rachelle Arlin Credo
I hate you since the first time we met
For it marked our inadvertent fate
For coming into my life so suddenly
And invading my thoughts since that fateful day
For it marked our inadvertent fate
For coming into my life so suddenly
And invading my thoughts since that fateful day
I hate you for smiling at me time and again
For it made my heart smile back deep within
For the way you stare at me in deliberation
Driving my thoughts crazy with anticipation
I hate you for sending me SMS from time to time
For it made me remember you for a lifetime
For giving me countless missed calls everyday
Reminding me of your presence needlessly
I hate you for always spending your time with me
For it made me appreciate your company
For always being there when I need consolation
Helping me realize you're someone I can lean on
But most of all, I hate you so much
For loving me forcibly without a hunch
For making me say I hate you, with charms all pure
Because the truth is...I'm just learning to love you more and more