Milk laddle rocking on a table. A small puddle of spoiled milk lying in the cradle. Big dipper, little boy drummer in the sky. We’ve been left too long outside. It’s live now or…time.
It was ruined, spoiled for everyone. This whole experiment in democracy – the popular vote went one way the electoral college went another. Who would have thought it possible? And yet it happened, right here, this very year 2016, the year democracy was betrayed in America, the home of the best and the worst.
she smiles, all white teeth
she smoothes her layered hair back with
her french tip nails
she drives away, leaving the impression of
everything and nothing
all at once
who cares if it’s fake or not,
she’s perfect
For years Christmas time with joy had me embroiled
Now there’s no magical feeling in the season at all
Decorating, gift wrapping, and surprises are spoiled
Since I was told, “Honey, there’s no real Santa Claus.”
To me it would have been better to never believe
In false stories and be able to trust my mother
But being lied to for years, no justification could I see
I made it my mission, to spread the truth to others
“Spoiled.”
How do you define spoiled exactly?
Materially spoiled? Those are the easiest ones to complain about.
Emotionally spoiled? Yeah, those are the ones you really can’t help hating.
The altercation had spoiled her appetite and she no longer felt like sharing a meal with him. The mere sight of him repulsed her. She wanted nothing more than to go home and pretend that the entire evening hadn’t happened. Of course, that was not to be, so she sat in silence and picked at her food like a chastised child.
Spoiled brat, I told you a million times, will turn this car right around, stop hitting, stop kicking, stop everything, I made you and I can take you out of this world too if I want to, quit your bitching, I’m tired of it, I’m tired of you, ungrateful, spoiled brat.
Don’t cry over spoiled milk. Sure, cry over spilled milk; it’s a bit of a tragedy, isn’t it, a mistake that really didn’t have to happen. But spoiled milk, that’s a different story; that spoiled milk had to be left, forgotten.
The small child stomped his foot against the ground. “But why not?!” he shouted, “I want to go to the party! And it isn’t fair that they get to go and I don’t.” His mother cooed sweetly at him, trying to calm him down. “Of course, honey, I know. It’s just not a good time…. How about this: You stay home with Mama tonight and we’ll throw an even bigger party next week! We can invite all your friends, everyone who is going to be at this party plus anyone else you want to invite. We can even have clowns and cake and poneys…anything you want.” She brushed the tears from his eyes gently. “How does that sound, sweetie?”
my sister said i was spoiled. i probably am. my partner said that too. i don’t know if i’m spoiled as much as not having people not spoil me. spoiled = damaged?
Every last item down to the preserves in their jars was spoiled. How should it be so? Dust covered every last surface. There was a creeping feeling, not of being observed, but of being on ground that too many feet had tread before. One could almost hear the steps still ringing all around.
A waitress brought the meal over to the boy, and he grabbed his fork. He played with the egg for a bit, and just stared at it. He looked back at her with trembling lips and watery eyes.
“I WANTED GREEN EGGS AND HAM! LIKE THE ONE IN THE BOOK!” he shouted.
All eyes turned to his table, and a few snickers cold be heard.
“Heaven have mercy on that child’s parents.” I thought.
He drove his brand new car along the narrow, winding village streets with no concern about all the children playing nearby, oblivion blinding better judgement. He knew deep in his heart that his rich parents would fix any mishap, even if it meant someone’s life.
If you give a spoiled brat a cookie, then the spoiled brat will want someone to build them a cookie factory. If you build the spoiled brat a cookie factory, then the spoiled brat may want a two million dollar loan so they can build a culinary empire. If you give the spoiled brat a loan so they can build a culinary empire, then the spoiled brat might then want to run for office. And if you give the spoiled brat a chance to run for office, then the spoiled brat might become president and scare the bejeebus out of every sane individual.
The potatoes were spoiled. All of the food, actually. It had all gone to waste. Devastation lit her eye as she stared at the bounty. It was to feed a legion of hungry children and families. How could it have all gone bad? One word. Daniel. He’d probably done something. She wasn’t sure what. But, he had.
She wrinkled her nose at the milk and dumped the entire carton in the sink. “I can’t even keep fresh milk in the house.” She tried not to take this small moment as a reflection on her entire character, but in her current state it was hard to do otherwise.
There she was, brushing her hair in the middle of class, and no one would dare say a thing to her. Her parents didn’t raise her any better and no one dared correct her. She would just brush, brush, brush, all through the lecture and all through the designated reading time. It never mattered if someone called on her, she just brushed and responded, always wrong, and yet always beloved.
That’s what my parents always said I was. They taunted me with it. Made me feel bad about it. I’m not spoiled. I can and do think of myself first. and I would with so many of my clients on being self-less. This word has so many negative co
jelly bean
playing a game
two that look the same
one delicious, one atrocious
choose wisely they said
could be coconut, could be spoiled milk
a cautious bite…..disgust
but always one to win
i chewed the curdled candy
swallowed and smiled
i may never drink milk again.
Milk laddle rocking on a table. A small puddle of spoiled milk lying in the cradle. Big dipper, little boy drummer in the sky. We’ve been left too long outside. It’s live now or…time.
It was ruined, spoiled for everyone. This whole experiment in democracy – the popular vote went one way the electoral college went another. Who would have thought it possible? And yet it happened, right here, this very year 2016, the year democracy was betrayed in America, the home of the best and the worst.
she smiles, all white teeth
she smoothes her layered hair back with
her french tip nails
she drives away, leaving the impression of
everything and nothing
all at once
who cares if it’s fake or not,
she’s perfect
For years Christmas time with joy had me embroiled
Now there’s no magical feeling in the season at all
Decorating, gift wrapping, and surprises are spoiled
Since I was told, “Honey, there’s no real Santa Claus.”
To me it would have been better to never believe
In false stories and be able to trust my mother
But being lied to for years, no justification could I see
I made it my mission, to spread the truth to others
“Spoiled.”
How do you define spoiled exactly?
Materially spoiled? Those are the easiest ones to complain about.
Emotionally spoiled? Yeah, those are the ones you really can’t help hating.
The altercation had spoiled her appetite and she no longer felt like sharing a meal with him. The mere sight of him repulsed her. She wanted nothing more than to go home and pretend that the entire evening hadn’t happened. Of course, that was not to be, so she sat in silence and picked at her food like a chastised child.
when he looked back at all the interactions of his life that still held him down, he had it all and worked for none of it.
Spoiled brat, I told you a million times, will turn this car right around, stop hitting, stop kicking, stop everything, I made you and I can take you out of this world too if I want to, quit your bitching, I’m tired of it, I’m tired of you, ungrateful, spoiled brat.
Don’t cry over spoiled milk. Sure, cry over spilled milk; it’s a bit of a tragedy, isn’t it, a mistake that really didn’t have to happen. But spoiled milk, that’s a different story; that spoiled milk had to be left, forgotten.
The small child stomped his foot against the ground. “But why not?!” he shouted, “I want to go to the party! And it isn’t fair that they get to go and I don’t.” His mother cooed sweetly at him, trying to calm him down. “Of course, honey, I know. It’s just not a good time…. How about this: You stay home with Mama tonight and we’ll throw an even bigger party next week! We can invite all your friends, everyone who is going to be at this party plus anyone else you want to invite. We can even have clowns and cake and poneys…anything you want.” She brushed the tears from his eyes gently. “How does that sound, sweetie?”
spoiled spoiled eggs and milk
cranes walk wobbly on their stilts
coiled coiled pegs of silk
pigs roll fatly in the silt
wakey wakey, eggs and bakey
shakey shakey, bird and drapies
not grateful, entitled, self focused, narrowed, little impact, little value for others created, brat
my sister said i was spoiled. i probably am. my partner said that too. i don’t know if i’m spoiled as much as not having people not spoil me. spoiled = damaged?
Every last item down to the preserves in their jars was spoiled. How should it be so? Dust covered every last surface. There was a creeping feeling, not of being observed, but of being on ground that too many feet had tread before. One could almost hear the steps still ringing all around.
A waitress brought the meal over to the boy, and he grabbed his fork. He played with the egg for a bit, and just stared at it. He looked back at her with trembling lips and watery eyes.
“I WANTED GREEN EGGS AND HAM! LIKE THE ONE IN THE BOOK!” he shouted.
All eyes turned to his table, and a few snickers cold be heard.
“Heaven have mercy on that child’s parents.” I thought.
He drove his brand new car along the narrow, winding village streets with no concern about all the children playing nearby, oblivion blinding better judgement. He knew deep in his heart that his rich parents would fix any mishap, even if it meant someone’s life.
If you give a spoiled brat a cookie, then the spoiled brat will want someone to build them a cookie factory. If you build the spoiled brat a cookie factory, then the spoiled brat may want a two million dollar loan so they can build a culinary empire. If you give the spoiled brat a loan so they can build a culinary empire, then the spoiled brat might then want to run for office. And if you give the spoiled brat a chance to run for office, then the spoiled brat might become president and scare the bejeebus out of every sane individual.
They scoffed at others
for being homeless, dark-skinned
also disabled
these foolish children
SPOILED brats with rich parents
their lives too easy
They needed to know
discipline and suffering
for their vile mindset
the worst mistake made
wasn’t the mocking of the
others’ misfortunes
but to be near me
not knowing… I came from less
I would make them pay
I made them all scream,
beg, feel pain, embarrassment
for once in their lives
as they took their joy
from others anguish, so I,
delighted in theirs
don’t be spoiled fools
if you are, mind those around
hide your dumb ideas
because your next laugh
or next word could be your last
your Fates die re-cast
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The potatoes were spoiled. All of the food, actually. It had all gone to waste. Devastation lit her eye as she stared at the bounty. It was to feed a legion of hungry children and families. How could it have all gone bad? One word. Daniel. He’d probably done something. She wasn’t sure what. But, he had.
She wrinkled her nose at the milk and dumped the entire carton in the sink. “I can’t even keep fresh milk in the house.” She tried not to take this small moment as a reflection on her entire character, but in her current state it was hard to do otherwise.
There’s no going back. How did you care anyway?
There she was, brushing her hair in the middle of class, and no one would dare say a thing to her. Her parents didn’t raise her any better and no one dared correct her. She would just brush, brush, brush, all through the lecture and all through the designated reading time. It never mattered if someone called on her, she just brushed and responded, always wrong, and yet always beloved.
When I see this word, I first think about the different meanings of it.
The first one that came to me was about people getting whatever they want whenever they ask for it.
Another one was when an object is torn and damaged.
Thirdly, I think about when the word is used to describe something that is ruined.
That’s what my parents always said I was. They taunted me with it. Made me feel bad about it. I’m not spoiled. I can and do think of myself first. and I would with so many of my clients on being self-less. This word has so many negative co
jelly bean
playing a game
two that look the same
one delicious, one atrocious
choose wisely they said
could be coconut, could be spoiled milk
a cautious bite…..disgust
but always one to win
i chewed the curdled candy
swallowed and smiled
i may never drink milk again.