#woof
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In later years, my writings tend to incorporate hope
I hint at it, allude to it, or even praise it outright
But I have so precious little of my own...and I wonder why
I thought of Pavlov:
If a dog is beaten every time it approaches people food
Eventually, after years of abuse
That dog will cringe whenever it sees a delicious morsel
To the point that the dog could be left alone with a steak
Without daring to sniff at it, likely afraid to even consider it
I realized, I _am_ that dog
Beaten down by life, disappointment, tragedy, solitude
Driven to terror by the possibility—even the hint—of hope
I wonder if there are any therapists out there
Who accept payment in kibble...
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Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 12:11 PM UTC
i dropped my phone
and it cracked.
this just feels like life,
except im in a freefall
waiting to hit the pavement
and shatter,
just like my phone.
Feb 25, 2024
Feb 25, 2024 at 3:52 PM UTC
woof woof woof woof woof
and the humans go ahhahh
Jan 1, 2024
Jan 1, 2024 at 4:36 AM UTC
Can't **** what isn't alive
or bring to life what's dead
gotta just live, and survive
keeping your wits, and your head
Severely precious and few
with soul and heart are the brave
knowing just what too do
nobodies lackey, or slave
Talley the marks of the strong
tightening the reins and the nerves
playing the game, way to long
drawing on deepest reserves
When every moment is precious
and every scar has it's mark
listening attentive the chorus
every dog has it's day
and it's bark
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC
Its the year of the dog.
“Woof! Woof!
Happy New Year.”
The canine echoed.
“Woof! Woof!
my Chinese friends
know my essence.
Awake to its truth.”
“Woof! Woof!
It typifies a year of abundance.
of being faithful to the hearts guidance.
“Woof! Woof!”
let the celebration begin.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC
Watch out!
I told my bare feet upon the lawn
the dog does love his landmines
even wrote a song
Woof woof, bark bark
your foot upon my mark
we're not at the neighbors
or roaming the dog park
Woof woof, bark bark
grab all your thin plastic bags
picking up my precious treasures
as my tail bobs, and wags
Woof woof, bark bark
can't spy them from the roof
I hide them so **** well
the squirrels in no way, **** proof
Liquid, my least favorite
followed by a semi squishy log
left there on my grass
as presents, from my dog
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 9:32 AM UTC
No, it doesn't matter, not relevant to you or me
clothes and cars, they flatter, just what people want to see
Success a label proffered to material designs
everything in it's place, judiciously confined
Days and nights compressed, as happiness fulfilled
just like all the spirits, so perfectly distilled
Consumers by any name, deluded of their crimes
returning to the dish, as Pavlov's dog, to chimes
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC
Don't call me a lunatic, I've heard it for myself
no, I don't believe in fairies, or an evil type of elf
I go to the corner, each and every single night
looking for this anomaly, I don't think that it will bite
It's visage not intimidating, as it prances the fence
thinking that it could be deranged, expounding my two cents
At midnight on the minute, it barks at the wax or waning moon
no, I don't drink, smoke the bud, or use a brass spittoon
It woof's and bark's a litany, all the other cats run and hide
Franken-kitty parables, best to stay inside
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 8:51 PM UTC
Yeah you, *******
Woody!
If you're gonna get mad at being trolled,
You troll,
Don't you dare take it out on my pack
See?
Now I'm a "woof *****
I was a Phoenix before,
But reincarnation got the better of me this time round
So!
Allons-y, mofongulu!
In case you don't get that, roughly, that's
Later, mother ******
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 4:11 AM UTC
When you knock the side of your head,
Is anyone home?
Or is the only response
That dull echo?
As dull and as thick as the ******* who owns it
Buys his comments from others, yeah you loan it
You know it's ****** how I can't even be myself
In virtual reality without being picked on by someone else?!
Do I really threaten you by being an up-and-comer?
Do you run home to your basement, just to tell your mother?
******* your thumb and ******* cousins to forget your troubles
But it never works, I'm always here, you daft ************
I'm a mother ******* ghost and I'mma haunt your soul
Turn stupidity to comedy and swallow it all whole
Make it fresh content, regardless of the consequence
Til you leave me alone, ****** and let me be myself!
You know nothing about me, do they call you Jon Snow?
You know nothing ***** so pack your bags and catch the last bus home
You're just embarrassing yourself, you're a laughing stock
Look at all the comments I made telling you to go **** yourself!
Do you see me now, huh? Am I what you expected?
That "woof ***** who by being himself got himself rejected?
Why can't you appreciate others man, and stop being your lack of brains' slave
And give this **** up before I contemplate digging your grave
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
Woof, bark
His name is Clark
He has dark hair
And runs like a bear
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 2:00 AM UTC
I cuddled upon it since birth,
It was the friend that kept me
Calm,
Peaceful,
Friend
Of my sleepy times, always there,
But I awoke and Blanky wasn't there
"MUMMY"
"DADDY"
As both ran in,
"What is it our little one"
Tears streaming, words jumbled in emotions
Mummy stroked my hair
Daddy Sshhh....
Sshhh...
Sshhh...
Sshhh...
And all was calm in the world,
B, B, "Blanky"
Has gone away,
Mummy soft spoken voice speaks
"Lets check your bed"
No not there?
***** trained detective looks around"**
Sniffs the air,
Sorry mummy that was me,
Mmm... to the playroom
High, Low
Here, there
Places searched but no where found,
His thoughts of blanky and sweet sleep,
As he searches each room, doggy sniffs
Come on Hairy,
He checks his bed nothing but hair,
His baby mind thinks back to the other day
Blanky and me,
Me and Blanky,
To the garden Woof, little fingers can not reach
Woofs hind legs stretch up,
"Good boy Woof"
As the door opens to
The great outside,
Near the sandpit
"No"
Near the grass
"Neither"
Then he spots it
Then its seen,
"Blanky I have missed you"
Hanging just out of reach,
"Detective work is never as easy as it seems"
A baby has skills, as he takes his *****
Sticky patches take hold and on top
Of a head, smelling fresh,
Not that just thumb ****** sleepy smell
But we can change that,
Blanky wrapped around
***** dragging behind, a new one needed I think,
"Mummy"
"Daddy"
"Its solved"
The missing blanky case is solved
It was washed, ***** it was once,
But so soft and cuddly once more,
It needs that just slept smell,
A detective is off to get snuggles sleep
Till the next case awaits, till I awaken
Its sheep time for me, goodnight or day everyone sweet dreams.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC