#entitled
4 ******* years
it has only gotten worse
fighting for the stars
the fireflies
the pollinators
the plants
what the **** ???
total exhaustion
sets in
kids coopting
the cause
for their own
gain
why not join us?
all of us
fighting for so long
hard enough when
the *******
refuse to
do right
i miss the night
dark sacred night....
tears fall...
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 5:07 AM UTC
You've not learnt how,
Just how to apologise,
Instead you're rude,
Words like a scythe,
And you expect immediate forgiveness.
Well, that’s not how it works,
That’s really not how it works.
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 1:44 PM UTC
Accusations are made by the entitled
And for my blood, I react unbridled
Honest, to a fault
For my sadness is too much
My happiness overboard
And my silence uncalled.
I feel no fault in the way my heart tears
Yearns
Recedes
Flowing out uninhibited,
Like blood in my veins
And I'll cry if I couldn't sleep
I'll laugh at a book I read
Hold back my words because, how much will they mean?
How much will you see of me
Feel of me
Stand by me
Hear, when I speak?
And so I choose to feel
Feel for myself whose feelings remain in one body
Feel for big and small, all that I want, no more
For my cup full, slightly tipped, and it'll spill
May 25, 2024
May 25, 2024 at 3:12 AM UTC
#
**Your door wasn’t locked
and I wasn’t going to wait
Not after I sprinted here,
that’s quite a long way
I’ve run 3 kilometres just to see you**
Kiss my shoe, be grateful.
Surely I am owed some compensation
For my extensive dedication
I’ll take advantage
the only time I know you’re weak
You can’t set boundaries
when you’re asleep
Your vulnerability makes me greedy
the thought of you subdued,
**** Debilitated and unconscious
Entitled, I claim that time with you
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Nov 18, 2022
Nov 18, 2022 at 7:27 AM UTC
𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎, 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚢?
𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎?
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕-𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚢, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚞𝚢?
𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎?
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎?
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎?
𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚕-𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎-𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚞𝚢,
𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎?
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢,
𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,
𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢,
𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚖𝚎,
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚐,
𝚃𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢.
May 22, 2022
May 22, 2022 at 2:57 AM UTC
It’s one of those days where we’re polite
but we want to gather handfuls of ****
and **** it at the faces
of those who’ve known no sadness,
other than the dappy misery they’ve caused
to those, potential relations,
they told they loved.
I try to deny a bitterness
when I check every lock each night
including on my bins,
that each of us is the same
from birth
but the score of this whole game
starts on different tees.
See, we know.
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 1:04 PM UTC
The world doesn't owe you a **** thing. Hard work doesn't entitle you to a better life, neither does lineage, money or otherwise.
You aren't entitled to ANYthing.
Some people get more than they "deserve".
Other people get less.
"Deserving" is a manufactured concept to allow us to pity ourselves when we acquire less of a good thing or more of a bad thing than we expected.
When something bad happens to you, you didn't deserve it.
When something amazing happens to you, you didn't deserve it.
Our very existence is a gift, and saying we deserve anything more than to be alive is purely arrogant. Be thankful for every drop of water, every grain of sand, and every speck of dust you have because one day, you may not have those anymore. So cherish the ones who you love, because one day, they may no longer be there either.
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC
8/27/19
Somehow I had it figured out that
If I made it as miserable for you
As it was for me
That then I would have happiness
I stepped into the scene
Chaos in the air as
I prepared to do the deed
Metaphorically raising the axe
But then I looked into your eyes
And saw a piece of myself
How could I let that happen
To another scared soul like me?
Jealousy runs love away from me
It’s hard to want the best for others
But if I knew what I wanted
Isn’t it also what they need?
Do unto others as you
Would have them do unto you
Why does that sound so easy?
Because all I want is a friend
Truth is, I’ve learned so much
But I learned the hardest way possible
I’d rather keep it all to myself
And watch you struggle like I did
Though it makes me feel better
It can only last so long
And it always ends with everyone
Hating me as if I had swung that axe.
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC
Who do you think you are
Your behavior I cannot ignore
The way you act disgusts me
You are rotten to your core
Who do you think you are
To say that I’m the one with an attitude
You talk about me as if I’m not there
I for one think you are quite rude
Who do you think you are
You’re not cool, but quite a bore
How could you feel entitled
To something you did not pay for
Who do you think you are
To try and dictate where I sit
If you really owned where I placed my rear end
I would see your name on it
Who do you think you are
To say I behave with no class
You say I will never find love
As if anyone would want to deal with your tired @$$
Who do you think you are
To turn someone else’s blue sky dark
If you ever told me to get up from where I sat
I would pull a Rosa Parks
Who do you think you are
To say you’ll let my reactions slide
You had better keep doing just that
Try something and I’ll have your hide
I think I ought to let you know
I’m not like any other girl you’ve met
If I were you I’d start shutting my mouth
Because you do not know crazy yet
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
And so you deny our pain.
Our struggle
In vain?
Yes, thank you for your input;
Just another voice
In the body of the miser,
In the sea of misery...
And in your voice as you speak,
Is the lack of resonance and luster;
Of a voice that utters merely
What it seeks.
Lay down those baseless words
And let them rebound off of the
Words that resound
And leave you ashamed and meek.
Unfeeling you are in your entity
Unseeing you are in your memory
And if I was to be asked of you,
I'd return the favour;
Sans memory of your entity.
You never see us drowning,
So why should you see us succeeding.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
i found that i am not entitled
to those who care for me most.
mainly because my heart
is incapable of returning the favor.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
Rainy nights thinking about Rwanda,
fog seeps out of the woods.
Like smoke, it crawls across the fields.
My head lights attempt to cut through it,
as it intensifies, inhibiting my drive,
but it’s nothing compared to Rwanda.
I arrive at the Mobil,
wait five minutes for the cashier to notice I’m here.
When she does, she hobbles over.
I attempt to buy a pack of backwoods,
my card gets declined,
but it’s nothing compared to Rwanda.
I get in my car,
and have a fit when I can’t find my keys,
but it’s nothing compared to Rwanda.
I begin to drive,
get cut off and curse fellow man,
but it’s nothing compared to Rwanda.
I ***** and I moan,
an entitled little ****
but I’m alive,
which many can’t say after Rwanda.
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
i wonder
why we feel
a sense
of entitlement
for things
or even for people
we don't even want.
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
You, know I've given this some thought
and these following words come straight out of my heart.
Entitled.
That's everyone's favorite word to describe everyone my age
They seem to look at us with disdain, and in some cases blatant rage
But I gave it a day to simmer over
And you know what?
We are entitled. All of us are.
We're entitled to a world we didn't Choke to death with coal, fracking, poisoned water and cars.
We're entitled to an age when you don't get arrested and incarcerated for token up with some friends and blazing, or for protecting our loved ones ending up behind bars
You're right, we're entitled to an Era when you don't have to carry debt to the grave to pay off a 4 year investment
And a world where we can love and live as who we want, without judgement,
Now, I know put of shape while you read or hear this you might get bent.
Entitled.
You're right, but not in the way that you think
Because you've thrown everything at us but the proverbial kitchen sink.
But we're still here, and not going away.
Call us entitled all you want, but we're taking that word back today.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
Glass wasn't made to shatter;
Paper wasn't made to tear.
Fragmentation is a side effect of carelessness, not of life–
Not of love.
A rose is not meant to be crushed, pulled apart petal by petal, simply because it is soft.
The doe, graceful and wide-eyed, was not created to die at the hands of a man indistinguishable from a snake in the grass.
The monarch does not flutter with lithe wings to be caught, classified, and pinned to a page,
Nor do the leaves change hue, turn crisp, and fall to be crushed beneath an entitled foot.
I do not paint my eyes so that you can watch me bleed black and gold down my cheeks,
Nor do I wear my heart on my sleeve so that you can rip it apart valve by valve.
I am not your window pane, nor your blank page; your willow tree, nor your frozen stream.
I am the rabbit sleeping deep in her borough; I am the bluebird flitting between trees.
I may be fragile, but that doesn't give you permission to break me.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
Since when is good enough,
Good enough?
Minimum, easiest,
Thoughtless and rushed.
We're giving pennies
Wanting dollars in return
We expect the gold medal
Without effort, it's not earned
Giving enough
to get by, and no more
Yet expecting the best
From the rest of the world
Too focused on taking
To ever give
But a one-sided life
Is no way to live
Good enough is not good enough
Half effort won't yield a full life.
If you feel like you deserve all the best
You've got to give what you'd like.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
Soiled corpse lie in wait
sautéed by an armada of worms and snakes
Take what is taken
Love whats loved
When bulls stampede at clambering feet
If no bull present for the reason to fleet
Still await with a soulless rhythm
What we want
A name long forgot
Take the man before he pleads and kneels at the baby
Price paid for the difficulty never met
Shall you be sullied by the hypocrite
condensed in common sense
tattered by aggravation
Call me what I am as you stand for who I'm not
Take what i've been become remember what i forgot
Former souls lie and wait
to take a name the lie in wait
Soiled corpses desired for take
Be Somebody
Somebody
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC