#brat
I’ve come to the conclusion my blood is dedicated to frigid misconception
The force with which it moves under my skin slow and blinding
It knows best I suppose
Less words means more things considered when evoking vicious vapid smiles
Still, why the urge to humble me?
Jun 29, 2024
Jun 29, 2024 at 12:18 AM UTC
I would have apologized for calling you a little *****
if you stopped acting like one.
After the argument...you still continue to be a little *****
but sure, go ahead and turn the tables as if
it's all my fault because you're right and i' am wrong.
You're a little princess walking around with
your high horse and knight in shining armor.
But one thing you don't understand is that if you
didn't carry the possessions you have
then you'd be lost in this world
without a hand.
Little *****
Because you lie then cry for attention,
you seek the pity out of your petty
which has no significance
through the words you speak.
Jul 24, 2021
Jul 24, 2021 at 1:33 AM UTC
I, Too, Sing America (and did so in my diapers!)
by Michael R. Burch
I, too, served my country,
first as a tyke, then as a toddler, later as a rambunctious boy,
growing up on military bases around the world,
making friends only to leave them,
saluting the flag through veils of tears,
time and time again ...
In defense of my country,
I too did my awesome duty –
cursing the Communists,
confronting Them in backyard battles where They slunk around disguised as my sniggling Sisters,
while always demonstrating the immense courage
to start my small life over and over again
whenever Uncle Sam called ...
Building and rebuilding my shattered psyche,
such as it was,
dealing with PTSD (preschool traumatic stress disorder)
without the adornments of medals, ribbons or epaulets,
serving without pay,
following my father’s gruffly barked orders,
however ill-advised ...
A true warrior!
Will you salute me?
I hope my “small” attempt at humor will help readers remember the sacrifices made by the spouses, children and extended families of our valiant servicemen and women. It was not easy making friends only to lose them, time and time again, as I grew up a “military brat” on American air bases around the globe. I really did make sacrifices for my country, while winning every battle against the “communists” in our back yard.
Keywords/Tags: Memorial Day, military brat, service, war, duty, honor, heroism, soldiers, army, navy, air force, marines
May 31, 2021
May 31, 2021 at 2:26 AM UTC
Icecream you are a sick disease
But here I am
With a spoon in my mouth,
Eating you up like a champ,
Licking every last drop in the bowl,
Believing I am the sickness
And you are the cure
You are the future
You stop time
Dead in its tracks
You reroute the train
Long after its detailed
So I stop and I think
Dr icecream
You are hired !
Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
When they call me a brat...
They ignore the fact...
That to me...
Being a brat means that I'm trying to be someone who is...
B - Building
R - Righteously
A - Although
T - Terrorized and
T - Terrified
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 2:09 PM UTC
We shouldn't have met,
I should have walked away.
But I had to stop
To see that beautiful face.
Now,
I understand
This ain't no daydream.
It's more like life
Yeah,
It's more like life.
Don't give a frown
You little Brat
Cuz behind those tears
Is a little smile.
A dark little smile
That always lies
Beneath that tiny little innocent face.
That tiny little innocent face.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 6:55 PM UTC
Your brother came onto me
I'm sorry I hurt his feelings
But not really
He took me to the party
But he didn't want to dance
I tried to talk
He didn't respond
I think that he deserved anything he got
Especially after he called my friend
*****
I'm not sorry
It hurt him but it hurt me too
From this I know I'm on yours
Your Blacklist
You care about him
Then let him fight his own battles
You're the younger sibling
You aren't supposed to fight his for him
So now I'll deal with you both
You can send the hounds after me
I don't care
But once you attack my friends
That's another story
I will fight
Tooth and Nail
Blacklisted
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 1:38 PM UTC
Poor Annaliese, with no knowledge about life
You lived your life sheltered
Out of human strife
You bathe with diamonds and rose scents
With golden spoon on your tongue
And a lot of dishes to pick upon.
Lovely fabrics; red, yellow and blue
Glass slippers— Cinderelly you're true
Smile Annaliese, Show your warmth
Show ignorance, Let them know you're proud
Wave side to side, Gentle curtsy my dear
Show off your wealth, Know no fear
Silly Annaliese, When you laugh they shouldn't hear
You sheltered brat, arrogant and rude
You dance so well and fake good
Goodness gracious, what would happen if you stepped out of your castle
Will you be able to survive the riot? The rattle?
**** Annaliese, learn to live!
Stop being dependent on what your majesty gives
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
You make me happy
When life seems sad
You make me happy
When everything feels so bad
You make me happy
You make the world seem new
You make me happy
And that’s why I wanna be with you
You light up the dark in my heart
Your smile makes it all restart
That look in your eyes
Sweetheart, you are the day in my night
A casual love
Formalities and manners are quickly disposed of
Free to simply be
And free to openly see
I’d give you the key
But with you, a lock has no purpose no need
I can just grab your hand
Not nervous of reprimand.
Watching you get excited
A fire in me is ignited
To see what makes you happy
Puts my heart at ease
I love learning all your little quirks and habits
Adoring how you’re so pragmatic
You’re my little brat
And I’m a doting sap.
I want to be there as you grow
I want to learn the things you know
I want to take your heart in my hand
And protect it while you reach out and stand
I want to shield you from the world
But I know that there’s so much you have yet to learn
So instead of protect and defend
I’ll be there for you when you need a friend.
Lean on me
When there’s anything you need.
I’ll gladly supply and provide
In return? Just stay near my side.
Travel and roam freely
Just know I’m here when you need me.
For a hand a hug or a shoulder to lean on
Whenever you need me I’ll come running along.
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
You’ve never grown up
You’re just a big kid
But only big on the outside.
To you, life’s a game
And we’re all just the same
We’re along for your crazy ride.
No use in sighing
After all your lying
Don’t come crying to me.
It’s almost gotten
That you’re so rotten
It will be a lot of fun to see.
The way you play around
You’ve never left the playground
But you still steal the money and chalk.
You want things your way
And every single day
And if you don’t get it, you walk.
No use in sighing
After all your lying
Don’t come crying to me.
It’s almost gotten
That you’re so rotten
It will be a lot of fun to see.
Fix things for yourself
And lean on someone else
I have learned all about your rules.
You cheat and you steal
Because none of us is real
And you think all of us are fools.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 6:32 AM UTC
I don’t want to play in your yard
I don’t want you to play in mine.
I know this is going to make you angry
For me that will work out just fine.
You don’t know how to play with others
And don’t know how to have any fun.
If ever there was a big doody brain
Look in a mirror because you are one.
If we don’t play the game so you win
You want to pout and whine to us all.
Too many times you have thrown big tantrums
And when you left you tried to take the ball.
Or you threw it so far away we had to run
To get it and bring it back to the game.
Every time we tried to give you a chance
Everything turned out exactly the same.
You don’t know how to play with others
And don’t know how to have any fun.
If ever there was a big doody brain
Look in a mirror because you are one.
We all believe your parents are the reason
You can’t handle the way life really is.
You’re fine as long as you are winning
You crow and brag you’re an amazing ****
That’s not what happens in the real world;
Things do not always go your way.
So, now you have to deal with the facts.
None of us care to ask you to play.
I don’t want to play in your yard
I don’t want you to play in mine.
I know this is going to make you angry
For me that will work out fine.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC
He’s the meanest kid on the block
His head is made of solid rock
He is no good at all
His morals are too small
And I want to give him a good hard sock.
Can’t trust him past where you can throw him
Your mind hurts just because you know him.
There’s not much he’s good for
A class-A notorious bore.
A waste of the cost it took to grow him.
I’d tell you that he is homely
But that would not be only
The one thing that makes him bad.
He seldom keeps his word
And everything you have heard
About him should make you sad.
He’s a gold-plated, two-fisted tinhorn
He knows how to steal with both hands.
He’s never acted right
Even when asleep at night;
He’s the kind of creep nobody understands.
His pants very rightly should be on fire
Because he is just that kind of a liar.
He really loves to boast.
It’s the thing he loves the most.
Bragging is the object of his desire.
Listening to him causes dread
Like a nail going through my head
Because I know he doesn’t care about us.
We’re just creatures he will use
Then leave us without our shoes
Mistaking brains for being devious.
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 12:24 AM UTC
DU LEVER I DIN EGEN BOBLE
DIT EGET UNIVERS OG ALT KØRER FOR DIG
DU BRUGER NATTEN OG DAGEN PÅ DIN TING
PÅ LIGE DET DU ELSKER OG KAN
DIT LIV HANDLER OM DEN ENE TING DU KAN
DU GLEMMER ALT OMKRING DIG
DU SMILER OG ER GLAD
HELT IND I DIT HJERTE
DU VÅGNER OP I ET KOLDT ***
INTET LYS
DU VÅGENDE OP FRA VIRKELIGHEDEN
TIL KRIG OG ØDELÆGGELSE
LIVET VISER SIG FRA SIN MØRKE SIDE
DEN TING DU ELSKER
DEN TING DU KAN
ER BRAT
STEMMEN SIGER TIL DIG;
UNDSKYLD MEN DU KOMMER ALDRIG TIL AT DANSE IGEN
DU FORSTÅR DET IKKE
DU DANSER VIDERE SELVOM ALT GØR ONDT
ALT ER I MOD DIG
DU ER ALENE
DIN BEDSTEVEN BLEV DIT VÆRSTE MARERIDT
NU SKAL DU FINDE DIG SELV IGEN
FINDE EN PLADS I LIVET UDEN DIT KÆRESTE EJE
DU KOMMER DESVÆRRE ALDRIG TIL AT DANSE IGEN
MIN PIGE
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC
I am the oldest kid so
Stop playing with that baby.
I want you to myself.
It’s all about me.
The other kids at school
A behaving so horribly
They don’t understand
It’s all about me.
I am so sorry you have
Fallen so hard for me.
But I have to be moving on.
It’s all about me.
I’m going to quit my job
Because it’s boring me.
So many creeps there.
It’s all about me.
I’m running for office
And it’s going swimmingly
After all, in this job
It’s all about me.
I don’t have to specify
Or make promises readily.
I just smile and tell lies.
It’s all about me.
My kids are obnoxious
They need attention constantly.
Don’t they understand?
It’s all about me.
My life would be better
If people behaved sensibly.
After all, the reality is
It’s all about me.
It’s all about me.
It’s all about me.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 4:45 AM UTC
The judge's think of military brat as always rich, get what they want, and never get in trouble. In fact, that is all wrong, at least for me. I'm a marine corps family, so I can say that. I've been to 9 different schools and I've moved around 6 times. Yeah its fun, but you become strong, leaving behind the one's you love and at first it hurts but then you get used to it. Like numbness settling in and you forget what it feels like to have hurt. I guess that's why most people feel offended when I don't talk to them. Cant help it, I was born into a military family. Besides, Marine's are the best people.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
You are totally ruined
From your head to your shoes
You’ve got a crippling case of
The Spoiled Baby Blues.
When you don’t get your way
That’s when you always choose
To sing your own arrangement of
The Spoiled Baby Blues.
You’re alone most every night.
You call people up on the phone
Things just ain’t going right
But still you sit home alone.
Your life would be better
If you had somebody to love.
But nobody comes back again
Nobody you approve of.
You are totally ruined
From your head to your shoes
You’ve got a crippling case of
The Spoiled Baby Blues.
You take them out to dinner
And they babble on and on.
You buy candy and flowers
But later they’re still gone.
It can’t be stuff about you
Because you are a dream.
It must be in who you choose
Not as sweet as they seem.
When you don’t get your way
That’s when you always choose
To sing your own arrangement of
The Spoiled Baby Blues.
Would you know how to act
If everything was fine?
Or would you work overtime
To find a cause to whine?
You don’t do a thing in life
To change your mournful song.
Nothing good to sing about
Something’s always wrong.
You are totally ruined
From your head to your shoes
You’ve got a crippling case of
The Spoiled Baby Blues.
When you don’t get your way
That’s when you always choose
To sing your own arrangement of
The Spoiled Baby Blues.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
Under the sheets of emotional armor,
A shy little girl masquerades as a martyr.
She’s the Queen of Deceit with her lies getting smarter,
While every tale told draws her self even farther
From finding out why she’s emotionally bothered
By all of the men in her life: like her father
Who only was trying the best for his daughter
And striving to be something more than a pauper
But coming up short. Who knows how much harder
He’d try if she wasn’t an argument starter?
The guilt and the shame from the family slaughter
Has made her insane and continues to bar her
From finding out just what the world has to offer.
Luckily she won’t have to be here much longer;
In fairy-tale land, there's nothing can harm her.
She suddenly finds herself all alone
With nobody’s thoughts to address but her own.
This is the time when she’d pick up the phone,
Demanding a savior to hear her bemoan
About all the problems that she’s ever known,
But what she doesn’t know is a friend can’t atone
For the lack of a man with his patience to loan
To a lost little girl whose bad temper is known.
All she needs is a strong one that doesn’t condone
All the treacherous lies and the hatred she’s shown.
It’s hard to deny all the reaping she’s sewn.
She’ll have to tread soft lest her cover is blown
And everyone finds out she still hasn’t grown
Through the hundreds of tempers and tantrums she’s thrown.
Hopefully soon she can bury the bone
And calm herself into a nostalgic zone
Where smiles and candles were filling her home
And love and affection were all that was loaned.
Enlightenment comes when you realize you’re prone
To the wrath of the heartache that comes with the throne.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 8:07 AM UTC
I can't believe
How spoiled I am
I have a bed to sleep in
Food
Water
Clothes
Yet sometimes I want more.
Such a brat!
Thinking I deserve these things
While people who work
100,000 times harder than me
Die every day
Without the things I take for granted
Things I never even think of
Why am I alive
If I'm such a waste of resources
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
Your name,
has become a curse word that falls from my lips.
The picture of you in my head,
has become blurred and wants to be forgotten.
Your voice,
has become a door that lacks oil.
The way you move your body,
must be because of your deceiving bones.
Your rat like eyes,
have become the worst color of diarrhea.
I know this is not the just the “Call out a back stabbers” poem,
lets name the flaws on and in my own skin,
that just so happened,
to be pointed out by you.
As you covered my face in nine pounds of a “makeover”,
you said you couldn’t see the flaws on my skin anymore.
Flaws?
You went far enough to point the pubescent scars.
of my lips, cheeks, and chin.
The shyness I have of talking to my friends,
was pointed out because you didn’t have someone to talk to that night.
Excuse me,
but I thought the effort of the friendship was supposed to be put forth by both “friends”?
Next,
near the end of the friendship,
you often told me I was a terrible friend.
I cried.
A lot.
Later when that came up,
you told me you were just trying to make a point.
Why as a friend didn’t you just try to talk to me,
instead of trying to start insignificant bull crap?
But here I sit now,
with friends that could always be so much better than you.
I often hear your snickering words behind me a your lunch table,
and I turn around and smile at you and your “friend’.
You usually **** your head in confusion,
but really,
that's me.
The 15 year old giant ginger with a second graders personality,
stinking my pinky finger up at you to flip you off in Chinese,
and to say in a nonexistent voice,
“frick you”.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC