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Poetry Corner – love and hate

Oh, the things I love and the things I hate

The thin line between love and hate. / Haley Klassen
The thin line between love and hate. / Haley Klassen

The Things I Love…

I love the smell of dark roast coffee percolating in the morning.

I love my classic 4L of skim milk. I can drink it all in a matter of days.

I love my bed: so soft, so comfy, so full of cute little stuffed animals.

I love the sound of my fan whirring and whooshing every night I fall asleep.

Oh, the things I love, I love so much.

 

I love lifting weights, only large weights, more weights than some of the guys lift.

I love running for miles when my knee doesn’t bugger out. Screw you knee.

I love seeing cats in the morning when I drive to school.

I love consuming large amounts of peanut butter with dark chocolate chips. Yum.

Oh, the things I love, I love so much.

 

I love hoodies, sweatpants, so many hoodies, so many sweat pants

I love cats and kittens. Fluffy or not fluffy, I will pet them all day.

I love listening to my favourite singer in the whole wide world: Celine Dion

I love eating pizza. It will always be my favourite food.

Oh, the things I love, I love so much.

 

On a more serious note

I love real, true friends who actually give a crap about me.

I love deep, raw conversations about real life crap.

I love journaling to get my feelings out on paper instead of punching walls.

I love laughing, joking, smiling: they all bring me so much joy

Oh, the things I love, I love so much.

 

The Things I Hate…

I hate the smell of boiled eggs. So rank, it makes me want to gag.

I hate carrots unless they are the garden-picked variety with a little dirt on them.

I hate my dishes: always dirty, never clean, a real pain in the butt.

I hate the sound of certain people talking. Seriously, shut up. I don’t care.

Oh, the things I hate, I hate so much.

 

I hate sitting around being lazy, feeling the carbs build up inside me.

I hate lying around, icing my buggered up knee with deep bitterness filling my soul.

I hate seeing rabbits hop around outside when I’m out and about. They scare me.

I hate not eating McDonald’s every day of my life.

Oh, the things I hate, I hate so much.

 

I hate nice clothes, too many nice clothes, too much pressure to look good.

I hate rabbits. Again. I hate them, hate them, hate them.

I hate showering when I could be doing effortless activity or saving the world.

I hate driving downtown with a bunch of idiots driving beside me.

Oh, the thing I hate, I hate so much

 

On a more serious note

I hate fake people who pretend to be someone they’re not.

I hate sharing my feelings with other people, even with my best friends.

I hate running away from my problems. They never cease to catch up with me.

I hate crying, raging, crying, raging: too much feeling, too many tears.

Oh, the things I love and the things I hate.

 

About Destiny Kaus

Former carillon production manager/arts editor/arts writer.