Split my hate in twain,

I have that fire and rage

to see my desire burns of what life has to offer.

Move my love,

I will roll the days like no other.

Any of expectations of my frustrations,

knowing all I have felt, seen, touched and given time

listened enough for all efforts.

Love is hate,

Hate is Love,

all there is are none

for it is as the same as above nor below,

neither in the middle.

Only to have

not to hold,

Only to gain,

always lose.

That I,

can never

Love and Hate,


At the same time.



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In between lines.

Stimulate me,

Indulge me,

As i pull up.

I drink in this cup,

A love of words

Spoken and written,

Maybe sometime in the future

Could be read,

When I am not around,

And arguing with Plath, Dickinson,Poe 

Yes Twain too.

See you around in a day or two.


©oliver Melendez