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#argue
the food is shocking the owner argues with chef shes called a donut
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May 19
May 19, 2026 at 2:02 AM UTC
kitchen nightmares haiku
You used to call me your princess, spin me until the world felt safe, tell me nothing could touch me as long as I had you. Now we argue over nothing, every word sharp as hell, like I grew up wrong or became someone you didn’t order. I miss the dad who protected me, not the one who judges every breath. I don’t need a crown anymore— I just want my ******* father back.
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Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 11:46 AM UTC
When I Stopped Being Your Princess
i will not argue with an idiot i will always side with the innocent i will never support the deliberate killing of children, people or the mistreatment of immigrants you start wars in these countries, and now they are fleeing it putting my people in a predicament i’m sick of it how inconsiderate you wanna call me hostile and belligerent for wishing things were different? food, housing, education, that’s the bare minimum i’ll keep on raising awareness, but i have to be vigilant cause i don’t want to be a victim to your militant ways i just want change... but what am i supposed to say? what am i supposed to say to people who are uneducated and ignorant? how am i supposed to argue with an idiot?
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Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 2:55 PM UTC
I will not argue with an idiot
Argue argue argue But do you ever win? I see you so different Than who you think you are But I know I have you figured out And when I told you how Your jaw hit the floor and your eyes got wide A child A deer in headlights Bewildered That someone has let themself inside Your mind And knows Exactly what your next thought is When you try and win Think again And I'll be there in your head
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Nov 4, 2024
Nov 4, 2024 at 10:36 AM UTC
Thought
I try to speak because I have so many thoughts and stories to tell yet I can't find the words and my head just yells them arguing back and forth, what do I say next? my mind is at war and I'm just trying to win the battle, a battle just to open my mouth but I always seem to lose. So I just sit there, silent. And even my tears seem to fall without a sound.
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Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 2:03 AM UTC
silent
To win every argument Kindles feelings of triumph Delight in obtaining a small victory Thrills over getting the better Of a friend, acquaintance or fellow-being There is a warmth of self-satisfaction Fueling persistence To be correct Regardless of fact or fiction Simple daily discussions become Debates, disputes and sparring That must have only one outcome You prevail! There must be a winner And it must be YOU
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Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
Game, Set, Match
A bitter dispute, I just yelled at my neighbour And called him a clown
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Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 11:24 AM UTC
To Frank, who's name I do not know, but assume is Frank
Since when was this handheld device the extent of our physical love? From across the room I stare at it half expecting it to blow The illumination of the screen now mirrors the enlightenment I once felt in your arms Though of course much diminished. I am beginning to fear it knowing the potential of our words to form exit wounds How can I predict the disaster I may inflict when i no longer know the surroundings of this battlefield? I throw this bomb against my floor, knowing the eruption of this force will be lesser than what is now incinerating through my head from your words.
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Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 1:54 AM UTC
Longingly distant
I do not want to argue anymore Show me the way to the door I would rather slum it surfing couch to couch Than hide from life as I slack and slouch Look down upon from your self-righteous horse Insults hurled til your voice is hoarse And "wouldn't you feel bad if I died?" As if unaware of how I feel inside
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Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 9:45 PM UTC
Constantly Crouching
Sputtering out words I felt the emotion Collect upon my face In tiny droplets Passion and hatred Streak the same As they run Down your face
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 3:02 PM UTC
Sialoquent
I am not a perfect daughter I'm sure you agree Your temper is hotter I'm the reason frequently Telling you it is only in your brain You have a meltdown Upset Chalking worry up to being insane Not what you deserve to get Going to be an improved child I'm completely grown Easy to provoke and wild Still the sweet baby you've always known Now I am telling you I'm sorry For excessive bitchiness and tears Blaming you when it was me Causing half the problems through the years It is not easy to admit I'm wrong Doesn't mean that you are right It takes two to get along Like it does to fight It is going to take determination from both of us It will be worth the patience to try Maybe peace we longingly discuss Will be reality for you and I I cannot change this on my own Wish you would meet me halfway Once in awhile just leave it alone On subjects you feel you must put in your say You want what's best for me Hurt because you care One thing I've been itching to let free "Thank you" for being there Regardless of what flaws come between Relationship has withstood them all Though at times you can act mean Petty quarrels usually stay small So this is a token of my hidden gratitude To show how you mean so much Also an apology for being rude Not keeping in proper touch No matter how drastic our ups and downs The thing that will not ever change That you'll always be around Arms open to me despite how strange I often take that for granted Focus on bad stuff you've done Of all the occasions I've ranted Not once did I mention the depth of your love The countless sacrifices you willingly made In order for me to do well How my hair you'd affectionately braid Somehow I left out of the stories I'd tell So it is written (here in purple ink no less) Save as proof of what's in my heart Next time it will remind us when in distress What is important when falling apart Forgive me for pain I've inflicted Lies and each mess my hand makes Know my actions have left you afflicted I swear I'll make up for all the mistakes
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC
Mom
I am not a perfect daughter I'm sure you agree Your temper is hotter I'm the reason frequently Telling you it is only in your brain You have a meltdown Upset Chalking worry up to being insane Not what you deserve to get Going to be an improved child I'm completely grown Easy to provoke and wild Still the sweet baby you've always known Now I am telling you I'm sorry For excessive bitchiness and tears Blaming you when it was me Causing half the problems through the years It is not easy to admit I'm wrong Doesn't mean that you are right It takes two to get along Like it does to fight It is going to take determination from both of us It will be worth the patience to try Maybe peace we longingly discuss Will be reality for you and I I cannot change this on my own Wish you would meet me halfway Once in awhile just leave it alone On subjects you feel you must put in your say You want what's best for me Hurt because you care One thing I've been itching to let free "Thank you" for being there Regardless of what flaws come between Relationship has withstood them all Though at times you can act mean Petty quarrels usually stay small So this is a token of my hidden gratitude To show how you mean so much Also an apology for being rude Not keeping in proper touch No matter how drastic our ups and downs The thing that will not ever change That you'll always be around Arms open to me despite how strange I often take that for granted Focus on bad stuff you've done Of all the occasions I've ranted Not once did I mention the depth of your love The countless sacrifices you willingly made In order for me to do well How my hair you'd affectionately braid Somehow I left out of the stories I'd tell So it is written (here in purple ink no less) Save as proof of what's in my heart Next time it will remind us when in distress What is important when falling apart Forgive me for pain I've inflicted Lies and each mess my hand makes Know my actions have left you afflicted I swear I'll make up for all the mistakes
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I watch a couple outside, they howl, shove, whip up a tornado that tears them to shreds. If only and how and why! Next day, two ducks land in my garden. They sleep in tandem and work together chasing off a sneaky stout crow. Under the sycamore, they exist in this moment, only this one.
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 1:21 PM UTC
Two ducks
I'd rather hide the words And have it your way Than arguing with you While drowning myself With hate I wont let asteroids of troubles Come down In our world Destroyed By "Just a feeling"
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 2:16 AM UTC
Just A Feeling
Mum communicated with us with her eyes and gestures, When we interrupted her, Her eyes would be in slits and a scowl told us to leave, An angry stare and a cough was a signal, "no second helping". To the guests,"They are full". And if we dared her, She would bite her lips, with an angry glare that meant, no pocket money for a week". If we did something to the visitors' child who messed with us she would hold us lovingly, But tightly, a sharp pinch from behind and sweetly ask us to apologise, Lord Mighty! If we argued the pinch would be sharper meaning,"they are our guests". Nowadays mummies have their eyes burdened with mascara, and long eyelashes, Their faces covered with heavy make-up, They are so busy with their own lives and to ease their conscience they think their children are gems. 23/8/2019
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 6:05 AM UTC
When Visitors Came
Shattered glass, endless scream, taunting curses and horrifying dreams. The little girl stares, her dead and clouded eyes directed to the two arguing figures, spitting truth and lies. She hugged her stuffed toy, as tight as she could as she glance at the table served with cold food. Where did it go?...she wondered, the loving parents that held both of her hands. Daddy, the most respectful man she knew, was now hitting her mother, punching and kicking was now nothing new. Mommy, the most warm and caring person she have known, was now spouting bad words at her, with her cold eyes she've shown. Was it worth it? To argue and yell in front of your child? To let them see this kind of nightmare that will hunt them for life. Fighting won't resolve anything, and spitting random curses of words will just destroy 'everything'. Now tell me, was it worth it?
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Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 3:24 AM UTC
Was it?
You Exist A Painting Beautiful Colorful Vibrant Love You Used to Now you Only Remember That you Should What am I To do When Color Turns Gray Ash
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Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC
Painting
I need to warn him that he is in danger I need to tell him to run far away I run as fast as I can to the place he is late he has a calm face something definitely happened all I know is I need to help once again we argue no one winning we yell out how we feel but he just holds up his gun to me he says he will deal with his own conflicts I can't do anything but I have to he holds the gun to his own head I yell his name ... I stare at his body ... tears roll down and all I do is just stare at him I can't do anything anymore my brother, he is gone
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 9:48 PM UTC
My Brother
It took a bit of courage Whiskey and Cigar I spent the day working on it Sitting in my local bar I planned it out precisely I'd drop by her place by eight I kept building up my courage I made sure I wasn't late She let me in and kissed me I lit a smoke and grabbed a drink She went into the bedroom I had five minutes more to think I poured myself another Put the smoke upon the glass I went into the bedroom And then it came to pass It started with three little words She started as my friend And now again, three little words Put this friendship at an end The three words were I love you And those words made her cry The three words now were different Sorry, and goodbye I left the glass upon the table The cigar, I left that too I left and she was crying It was what I had to do The courage that I needed Had expired as I spoke It was resting on her table A glass of whiskey and a smoke
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Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 2:50 PM UTC
Three Little Words
Stammering for the right words to say I'm left at a loss. In my struggle to convince you not to call this off I would rather you leave in peace than not at all. For if you are to leave...then please see the deepest part of my heart that I had to reach. I hope it gives you clarity so that one day you'll find what you seek. What you sought; I couldn't provide. Denied myself too many times to fulfill that part of you that couldn't be sufficed. I got swept in the rivers that you cried...without a life jacket I paddled and kicked but couldn't make it to the other side so that we were both standing on dry land. Firm on the belief that we found what we need looking into the sunset hand-in-hand.
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 4:52 PM UTC
At a Loss
I think— I think there was a man and a woman... They were arguing. Inside the man’s tightly curled fist Rested a pistol With his index finger slumbering on the trigger. The woman, Unalarmed, stepped forwards Challenging the man. He jumped in reaction, The gun flailing along with his taut, strained arms. The woman began to shout, when An explosion of gunpowder Cut open all the air And everything went silent.
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC
Split
Tigers are dope I want two tattooed on my back Oh snap... Really? I want one on my thigh **** that's wack Copying me No no it's not for you it's for me Right just like my so called stupid heart emojis Why are you mad I just like the idea You like that idea and a million more Such a ******* ******* ***** Don't snap on me for something so small So I send heart emojis, you're lucky I text you at all
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 12:49 AM UTC
Tigers