#indulgence
I’ve forgotten what real rain feels like. How did it feel again?
So I went outside and felt the rain.
I felt it fall and let it trickle upon my crown.
So my neighbor joined in on the fun.
Let’s wet our hair like we used to back then.
So let’s drink from that cloud and let the water run.
Let’s fill our bellies until we drown.
It seems everyone has forgotten what real rain feels like. How did it feel again?
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 9:46 PM UTC
Alone and sad at home,
too lazy to dress up,
but not too much to drink.
Gulp.
One glass, then two.
Then a bottle, then two.
Just drink.
Gulp.
The liquid heats you up,
conquers sadness and kills it.
That's why you drink.
Gulp.
Happy, excited, enjoying your life.
Not sad anymore, not even bored.
Why not drink a bit more?
Gulp.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 6:10 AM UTC
I have pasta trauma
That’s the joke I tell
But it isn’t funny
It’s shorthand for the sickness
That never leaves
It’s why hunger feels safer than indulgence
Why I can starve myself with ease
But stumble over a plate of something rich
I am fluent in the language of deprivation
Fullness has always felt like arrogance
Nobody talks about the way shame
Ferments in the stomach
How it sits heavier than food ever could
Shame teaches you to apologize for existing
Before you even open your mouth
Shame teaches you to rehearse obedience
Until it becomes instinct
Hunger became my first addiction
The only sensation I could control
I didn’t know then that choosing not to eat
Was the closest thing to rebellion I had
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 10:09 AM UTC
Set a house on fire
And don’t turn back,
Take a drag of smoke,
Hear a ribcage crack,
Let an ***** fall
And a lone soul fail,
Watch as a star
drops like hail.
Bite a rotting body
With no distaste,
Fill an esophagus
With dirt and clay,
Swallow sandy water
That’s been washed away,
Pretend that when the moon
comes up, it’s day.
Pour a glass of gasoline
And say it’s wine,
Light a bomb inside
And say it’s fine,
Throw away a million dollars
With a smile,
Peel the value of a property,
Tile by tile.
Desperate people
Do
Desperate
Things.
There’s no convincing
Someone
Who’s not in the
mind to
Think.
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 4:20 AM UTC
I the lie that keeps on giving
twice denied life and the living
we sacrifice our palms and bury our feet
with smiles disarm with smiles we eat
a feast a deluge all is devoured
our sensibilities overpowered
why rest upon a tattered bed
when you can sleep with sin instead
and waste away your weary hours
building castles, steeples, towers
all will crumble in the end
and so to you my dearest friend
let’s raise a toast to that which haunts
the holy ghost and spirit it taunts
that knows not good or evil
a land of lost forgotten people
but may we tread a righteous path
for who knows which will have the final laugh.
Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 3:28 PM UTC
_Drizzle me in honeyed gold,
let caramel ribbons lace my skin,
warm and slow as they trickle down—
a river of molten sugar, pooling in bliss.
The air is thick with vanilla hush,
soft as sifted powdered snow,
melting on my tongue like a whispered dream,
light as spun sugar caught in the breeze.
Bite into the velvet hush of chocolate—
dark as midnight, rich as sin,
a decadent flood that lingers and sighs,
coating lips in satin warmth.
Strawberries glisten, ruby-bright,
dipped in white chocolate sighs,
their **** kiss softened by cream’s embrace,
blushing beneath the moon’s silver glow.
Golden crusts crack beneath the fork,
pastry flaking into a buttery hush,
as custard spills in silken waves,
folding sweetly into waiting hands.
A swirl of cinnamon dances in air,
twisting in clouds of sugar and spice,
as soft dough blooms in golden spirals,
cradled in the warmth of the oven’s arms.
And in this feast of sugared dreams,
where every taste is a lullaby,
let me drown in the amber glow
of honeyed nights and caramel skies._
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 1:58 PM UTC
I seat in dread,
It's the corpses,
It's the tension,
And foul stench.
The way the blood drips,
Gently onto my skin,
From my head,
I'm sleepy though.
I want to rest,
I'm convinced,
I need it,
But lately I've been too convinced.
And trouble follows,
It's attracted to me,
It loves my impulses,
My irrational decisions.
That dance with danger,
With no care in the world,
Just pure self indulgence,
They love my destructive self.
By:Jn
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 1:22 PM UTC
split it anyway -
countenance of grief leaves back
a scar, forever.
Dec 24, 2024
Dec 24, 2024 at 12:34 PM UTC
i will build a yurt it will satisfy my soul
i will make a short film
i will learn polite society's manner
these things will satisfy my soul
i will become genuine and plant a bright garden
and satisfy my soul
i will employ better personal hygiene
become sexually activated
and roam the streets aggravated
will i satisfy my soul there ?
raise a flag, have a care ?
i could eat a meal slowly you know as an experience
using mouthfeel skills and detecting it's notes
don’t pay the bill start a riot and register to vote
i will - i won't ; do the things
and rattle my pelt til i am soul sated
Dec 4, 2024
Dec 4, 2024 at 10:33 AM UTC
indulgence and bliss
two sides of the same coin and a wish
once listless
now released—
she hums.
Sep 22, 2022
Sep 22, 2022 at 7:10 PM UTC
I’m hanging off a building
that I’d decided not to jump
now I’m wishing I was thinner
not so heavy or as plump
for the weight in my belly
is now heavier than in my head
yet it’s hard to hold on, I know
for a man whose well fed
this change of heart in me
has me cursing on the edge
a change of mind, I fear
is too late on the ledge
sure, the worlds a little heavy
now thinking of all the food
all the meals and the delicacy
I wish I’d never chewed
If a little had I to nibble
I’d be much lighter now
yes, I’d have cheated death
and still hold on somehow
but now these greasy fat fingers
which held once a burger or two
are hardly hanging on
and now are slipping through
oh the life I’d give to live
a chance to change my mind
to find some strength, to weave
to push up and to climb
with only one hope now
in sweets, thats kept me alive
just to hang in there or let go
maybe bounce back and survive
Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 5:12 PM UTC
Modern Appetite
by Michael R. Burch
It grumbled low, insisting it would feast
on blood and flesh, etcetera, at least
three times a day. With soft lubricious grease
and pale salacious oils, it would ease
its way through life. Each day—an aperitif.
Each night—a frothy bromide, for relief.
It lived on TV fare, wore pinafores,
slurped sugar-coated gumballs, gobbled S’mores.
When gas ensued, it burped and farted. ’Course,
it thought aloud, my wife will leave me. ******
are not so **** particular. Divorce
is certainly a settlement, toujours!
A Tums a day will keep the shrink away,
recalcify old bones, keep gas at bay.
If Simon says, etcetera, Mother, may
I have my hit of calcium today?
Keywords/Tags: modern, appetite, supersize, me, indulgence, gluttony, bromide, seltzer, gas, Tums, calcium, quick, cure, tonic, overeating
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 3:33 AM UTC
Modern Appetite
by Michael R. Burch
It grumbled low, insisting it would feast
on blood and flesh, etcetera, at least
three times a day. With soft lubricious grease
and pale salacious oils, it would ease
its way through life. Each day—an aperitif.
Each night—a frothy bromide, for relief.
It lived on TV fare, wore pinafores,
slurped sugar-coated gumballs, gobbled S’mores.
When gas ensued, it burped and farted. ’Course,
it thought aloud, my wife will leave me. ******
are not so **** particular. Divorce
is certainly a settlement, toujours!
A Tums a day will keep the shrink away,
recalcify old bones, keep gas at bay.
If Simon says, etcetera, Mother, may
I have my hit of calcium today?
Keywords/Tags: modern, appetite, supersize, me, indulgence, gluttony, bromide, seltzer, gas, Tums, calcium, quick, cure, tonic, overeating
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 1:55 AM UTC
Steady if your soul hurts, oh your on it
Dive in but don't drown on your verbal *****
You were caught up in a shitstorm
Ready to reform
It's time
Giving it up
If I could fight through the worst
Dice with devil 'cause the silence hurts
Go on have another hit to see
Let it set you free
Please.
Silently screaming
Giving it up
Like you used too
Like you always do
Just Like you
Instead she’s made it all worse, calm to chronic
Pipe up but don't choke
Maverick or moronic
Never to anticipate pain
Pay to bleed again
It's time
Giving it up
Like you used too
Like you always do
Firing your old thoughts, over shot it
Clear cut but still dirt on you have you forgot it
You were coasting in a slipstream
Never to be seen
Its time
If I could fight through the worst
Dice with devil 'cause the silence hurts
Go on have another hit to see
Let it set you free
Please.
Silently screaming
Giving it up
Like you used too
Like you always do
Like you used to
Like you always do
Like you used too
Like you always do
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC
Liberty is the highest decree.
Independence and opportunity -
the finest, paramount glee.
Certainly indeed!
But are we really
moving towards being free?
Or is it brazen entitlement
that we blatantly feed?
#
You ask of the next catastrophe.
Mass irresponsibility:
that is sadly what
it will be
...smh
That is sadly what it will be.
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
Woke up and a feel rough
Lord knows that a drank enough
In way past midnight
Looking out to the day light
Need to rebuild my energy
Cuppa t is the remedy
When a man's from Yorkshire
No milk is torture
Wanna go back to bed
Have a nap like im dead
Had too much whisky
Scotch is always risky
Then was drinking red wine
Deffo not fee ling fine
"Goes to my heaaaaad"
Is an under statement
My head fell off on the pavement
Never wanna drink again tell me what you think again now I wanna start again shoulda smoked the reef instead
Now I really need hydration
Or maybe migration
Did i say something bad
Did I make someone mad
Woke up and I feel rough
Lord knows that I drank enough
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 7:09 AM UTC
Everybody whom you come across in your life are able to plant seeds thus the indulgence. A seed which only reveals through a conscious state of mind and shall only come out at our full potential, deep contentment.
A miraculous progress fed on our consciousness, a triumph to self exploration and development towards the inner peace we want.
It is a purer form of self growth through self reflection upon actions, thoughts, feelings and experiences of ourselves and others.
So do not drift into shadows after a mistake, change or loss in life. Rather create an inner dialogue, explore your experiences and surround yourself with consciousness, a purer form of salvation shall be met.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
Harry was the best friend of Henrietta.
Harry cared about Henrietta,
So much so that he loved her.
One day Harry prepared to propose her,
Before he did, Henrietta told him something.
She told him that she loves Henry,
However, Henry was seeing Lisa.
Harry was determined to get Henry for Henrietta.
Harry wanted happiness for Henrietta,
As if she's his daughter, his alter ego.
One day Harry charmed Lisa & lured her into a room,
And all this while, he made a video of them making love together.
Lisa was not aware of the video he made,
Harry beamed the video to Henry.
When Henry ditched Lisa,
He accused her being a cheater.
Yet with Henrietta he did not indulge,
And Lisa tried to woo him back.
Lisa apologized and felt it too,
Bad for Henrietta, Henry forgave Lisa.
This left Harry helpless & hapless.
Finally he loudly spoke up an ode to her,
Harry to Henrietta that be,
***"Can't you tell that I love you,
Oh how much I love you?"
I slept with Lisa to make sure Henry,
The guy you want so badly,
Broke up with her.
She apologized and he accepted her back,
Their love is flexible and true.
Yet you don't see me seething with resentment and pain,
How I wish for you to see that I love you so much!"***
Henrietta's eyes brimmed with tears,
Tears of realization and happiness.
Harry & Henrietta stared at each other,
In a moment that was so pregnant,
All the ambience was so stagnant.
Then both Harry and Henrietta lunged for dear life,
And they jumped towards each other to let the lips lock.
They kissed each other and caressed the partner's neck,
As if life is forever here to stay and they can play the leisurely fife.
Stupid Cupid Indulgence.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC
Hello..
Hi..
Not you, the witch
I need a hug.
came a long way.
tired.
From?
She knows, she does
She is not here
never mind
' be outside
that bench there
in cold
Till she comes?
.
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 3:45 AM UTC
in the light,
the mirror was never as kind to me
as my mind's eye when
the shadows swept in
when my pupils expanded and the
blackness spidered in my veins
and i painted vines atop them
so the light might
smile on me again
instead it pierced my sordid skin
showing its squalid, shameful state
it broke my bones and tore my tongue
i scorned its heat
and stumbled into the cool, black night
to feel my nerves numb once again
to cover my new unholy scars
slapping self-indulgence to my skin
as it stung, i ignored my muscles and
continued to do what i do best —
run
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 5:31 PM UTC
Everyone says I'm a sweetheart
I am always making others smile
They don't know that I need to make someone else smile
Before I am allowed to wear my own
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 11:16 AM UTC
In 2019,
I want more.
Want more sunrises
More rolling out of bed with a purpose
More afternoons curled in a love seat
I want a garden
inside me and in my backyard
More friends
More nuzzles from dogs
More oceans
More allowance to make mistakes
After all, you were brave enough to try.
More stillness
More belly laughs
More love letters
More sway in my hips
Cool breeze on my lips
More looking in the mirror to see my smile
not the width of my thighs
More finding shapes in the clouds
More moments that leave me breathless
More life
All the painfully messy beautifully chaotic morsels
dripping from my chin
In 2019,
I want more.
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
When man meets nature,
It reminded me of how you met me...
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 2:56 AM UTC