#spoiled
After those first years, they
took him in for a second term
and now he barks a lot more
Okay, we're not unwilling
neighbours and throw him
a ball
Oh dear, he already has it
and with a lot of noise, he forces
us to give in to him again
He gets bored easily
and can't stand
being ignored, so
we take turns dressing up
in our best clothes
to serve as ball boys
In between, the dog bites
a few people on the legs
and poops wherever he pleases
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 2:56 AM UTC
The only thing one tends to see
Is the person I don't want to be
Silly me
Obviously
The fruit has spoiled on this tree
Despite me
Or in spite of me
I keep coming back but leave empty
Mostly disappointment only
Ignoring the warning from the Canary
I can't stand steady
Amongst a broken levee
I don't have the energy
To be angry
Or for that matter, happy
Both weigh far too heavy
Forced to take a knee
Taken from me
Is the thought of ever being free
Of me
Not even a possible maybe
My full name and bio in permanent ink on generic stationary
There's no further in front of me
That's what's really scary
Trust me
©2024
Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 12:33 AM UTC
What is this,
This twisting thing my face is doing
It feels so unnatural
My lips curling this way is disturbing
And they're doing it all on their own
What is this?
The corners seemingly defying me,
Lifting and contorting
I can't seem to stop it
People are reacting,
Though not retracting
What is this?
Ah, nevermind,
There it goes,
Quickly spoiling,
Back to all stale looking
Back to the real thing
Let's promise to never do that again
No more of this...
...ever
©2024
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 7:46 PM UTC
you build me a castle
but you give me no room
to be myself
to feel myself
Sep 2, 2021
Sep 2, 2021 at 8:37 AM UTC
If I were like air then I'd breathe you.
As I sit in the the bowl and observe.
I'd never succeed in the quest that I'm freed.
I'll rot though, if I had the nerve.
Just take me and pick as I ripen.
Bite me, as nectar escapes to your chin.
Enraptured by spell to entice you again.
And feast on sweet secrets within.
But leave me and pass with your ignorance.
Overlooked as I signal my true end of days.
For I will repay you with sorrow.
As my beauty fades, waving farewell decays.
Aug 13, 2021
Aug 13, 2021 at 11:38 AM UTC
Who will enlighten little Bo-Peep.
On the surface compliant sheep,
Though breading monsters underneath,
and once the sheep have grown their teeth,
Were-sheep will have their share of meat.
Bo-Peep!
****** wolves derived from sheep!
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 5:01 AM UTC
It doesn't matter,
I will keep eating melted ice cream,
Spoiled food and cold love.
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 1:05 PM UTC
Here come the confectionary clouds
Packed like powdered sugar
And
They
Drizzle
All
Over
Her
Hankering
Hungry
Heart
Little quicksilver has
A bit of a sweet tooth
And grubby hands well into
A box of Quality Street
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 11:12 AM UTC
Friday morning
Already ironic.
Casually sitting in a taxi cuz today my history thesis is happening.
A kid was hit on the crossing, laying there with the only three people around who called the ambulance.
A few meters on the other side of the road,
The side the kid wanted to get to,
A man casually arranging tables in the betting house.
Watching the desperation in my eyes as I watch the scene before me.
Now is stuck in meaninglessness.
I heard later that day that the kid lives and hopefully so he won't stop.
So now I'm stuck in pink doored bathrooms and the road the trams pass by.
Thinking how desperation is hope because fear is motivation and anger's the fuel.
How much of a human I am, thinking the sole existence of life is somewhat philosophical.
Cuz that kid on the street and that bathroom I was in, are both poetry.
And I'm nothing but an observer.
Observing,
Things before others realise.
And still what value has this moment in time?
Almost 100km per hour, I could die right?
I could die by my own means so of course 100km is just a simple factor.
I wanna die by my own means.
No car hitting me, no sudden disease.
I want the odds that are against me to at least respect my timing.
Though it's selfish.
I've been wanting to write about that kid for a while, just couldn't get myself to.
Like a letter to myself I'd never wanna send.
Naturally running out of fuel, life itself slips away in front of my eye.
So in the most mundane mindset, I cannot stop it.
Ever
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 4:19 PM UTC
Filthy lies
Spread across
Blank canvases
Young minds
Spoiled
Like milk
Left out in the sun
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 8:53 PM UTC
We cover her skin with long trails of asphalt roads
We fill her waters with plastic waste and burnt out cigarette butts
We overwhelm her atmosphere with toxic smoke in a million different ways
We throw bombs at her body while fighting with one another
We bury burning garbage beneath her flesh, hide our waste beneath her flesh, constantly build build build beneath her flesh
We **** her animals, we **** her trees, we **** her oceans and her seas. We **** her land and her sky.
All she did was give us a place to call home. How selfish can we possibly be?
Take care of the earth. She needs you.
Don't bite the hand that feeds you.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 9:17 AM UTC
The joys of solitude
have been spoiled by the love I have for you.
Walking silently in places unknown
use to excite and awaken my traveling bone.
Anymore it just reminds me
that my love is alone.
So wherever I travel
be it land
be it sea
It be not my home
if it lacks you and me.
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 8:14 PM UTC
A bitter boy you are,
with twisted words and twisted fangs,
sour lips and ****** knuckles;
boy, you sure do love a good fight.
That's an awful lot of snickering
for a guy who's surely bluffing,
and I'm quite certain you know
as well as I, you're full of ****
but your tangy hands and acid fingers seem so daunting
when you cast out all your hateful "truths".
I'm torn between all the love and all the hate,
it's inevitable that they'd congeal
into a sordid mixture
and so it was a bitter boy
spoiled.
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 1:14 PM UTC
It took until now
thin and mid 20s
to comprehend
that as a child I was
and as an adult
still very much am
spoiled
little childhood
traumas to mine
no festering drama
no shrouded mess
calm can bury like a
gravity blanket
too hot or too cold
I complain
I have never clawed
at my belly in hunger
felt my body
fall off in jeweled
pieces but I have
at times been
hungry
adulthood is a lake
blue black and endless
rife with mudtraps
brimming with viperheads
scraping at the surface water
I am spoiled
I have not known pain
but I knew a person
whose eyes prodded
like nails through jello
my insides and cut
tendrils of muscle
and delighted in the
stitching back
the pushing of
needle through
meaty bits
some time after
I was grown
but flailing madly
as a comet poised
for landfall
a beetle in
a dust storm
a child with its
first scraped knee
my flesh yearns
for the needle
and for skin all
smooth and
scarred and
like the color of night
singing
like the color of night
like sky like light
a rapturous blue
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 9:52 PM UTC
***** girls with lousy guys, drives me crazy
Maybe you shouldn't feel too sorry.
Old Sally, so **** good-looking but a pain in the ***
"Oh, darling, I love you."
"You're probably the only reason I'm in New York right now"
I told her I loved her; it was a lie.
felt like five hundred thousand years, looking at all the phonies.
Ivey League guys with snobby voices,
a witty bunch of actors drinking their tea
and rubbernecks stand around to watch.
I was a ******* wolf, just wondering for intellectual conversation.
Someone, Anyone!
Just give old Caulfield the time to spoil your evening
because he's not sorry at all.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
I always looked up to you
I'm not talking about your height
For your ability to hold me
And make everything seem alright
From a young age you spoiled me rotten
Still do, though I moved out and live on my own
I will always be your little girl
No matter how much I have grown
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 10:13 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
I know a girl, everyone does.
All she wants is fun.
She won't be having cereal today,
she'll have everything under the sun.
She don't read the paper.
She don't watch no news.
Why would she care about someone elses troubles
if they will never buy her shoes?
She don't need no man.
She don't need no gun.
So many rides to take her there,
she don't walk, much less run.
She's got no time to cry.
She's won't listen to the Blues.
Nothing in the world matters to her,
unless it's something she can use.
She has lots of friends.
She'll dance with them all night.
But she cares not that they ain't real,
cuz she's forever high as a kite.
She don't care about no art,
unless it's something she can wear.
The thing she loves to look at most
is in the mirror there.
She's just loves making trouble.
She's always causing a stir.
But she don't bother about anything in the world,
cuz it revolves around her.
It's almost sad to watch her live her life,
always seeking to ring her own bell.
A living, breathing, girl on a mission
to fill a vacant, soulless shell.
She stares down into her pond, from her big ivory tower.
She'll never be happy and even less so,
as a helpless little flower.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 7:00 AM UTC
like spoiling bread
my control is beginning to crumble
I use to be so strong I could walk for days
But I blindly ran due to being afraid
and now all my legs do is stumble
I'm dying to cry out
release the toxins in my head
but my words never pass a mumble
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 9:22 PM UTC
A yellow bird sits on my knee
It says "Hello, I am reincarnated mother"
She was dead picking the poisoned flower
From the shelf of her wayward children
We have no way of knowing right from wrong
We will go on living as rebellious bird daughters
Flitting from heart to heart
Seeking shelter in men's broken parts
Crying when we cannot start
Laughing when we finish money
Eating away our sadness
Motherless daughters without any stress
Trading our mother's feathers for a new dress
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC
Frozen in place
Filled with despair
Looking back
You never did care
You got what you want
To me that wasn't fair
I worked hard
But never got a share
So why, I don't understand
Why you throw everything away
I wouldn't dare!
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 5:26 PM UTC