From a Citty to Major General Whiskers
From a Catty to Major General Whiskers
At once a little cat,
Lived in a small flat.
A catty called,
Loves to drink milk,
Loves to sleep.
A small white cat called,
Interested in policy,
Went to russian Army.
Stayed alive for a long time,
Got a badge for that.
A big white cat called,
Went to policy and parties,
Created the group FUR.
Is the leader of this party.
A big white cat called,
Major General Whiskers.
Now you know who he is. Follow our Leadercat MajorGeneralWhiskers and join FUR !
She Called Herself a Poetshe spent years telling herself that her ribcage was a keyboardShe Called Herself a Poet5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and that her body was a twisted, deformed stick, eager to be broken
and staring herself down in the mirror, she would tell herself
you. are. hideous.
she was falling in love just to fall out of it
and breaking her heart just to
experience the feeling of it falling apart
she devoted hours of each day
to convincing herself that
she walked to the wrong beat
and sang in the wrong key
and lived in a world overflowing with pain
she cut red lines across her wrists
drew crippled hearts across her walls
smeared blood across her face
because she thought it looked better than any makeup
she recorded every wrong doing against her
every insult and slander thrown her way
and she listened
until they were the only thing she ever heard
she stayed up till the earliest hours of the morning
and she cried herself to sleep when she could no longer keep her eyes
The SadistYou pick your favorite tie,The Sadist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your eyes dark, filled with craving.
Staring at the floor,
I dare not meet your gaze,
But terrified all the same.
I hold up my wrists,
And you move swiftly with talent.
I kneel before you,
My blood boiling,
Your fist in my hair.
I tilt my head back,
Scorching my skin.
My vision now compromized,
I feel hollow and lost.
Coursing through my veins.
And then it comes,
A single hard blow.
My body wrenches,
My flesh sizzles,
My scream echos.
Beads of sweat,
Cold against my skin,
Collecting in the small of my back.
I know I can do it,
For you my love,
But thirty six more times,
Restores my faith in suffering.
My fragile body,
Now battered and debased,
Covered in cuts and bruises,
The scars of which will never fade.
Tears stream down,
My mascara smeared,
As you stand astride,
Mocking my anguish.
There's a blurred line,
Between pain and pleasure.
My temptation unsatisfied.
You have nothing more to give,
Of this decadent lifestyle.
HeartbrokenI loved, I cared, I gave you all that I could,Heartbroken4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My misfortune; I couldn't be all that you wanted.
I hoped, I wished, and I thought you understood,
My misfortune; my heart felt taunted.
I wondered, I asked, and I prayed for your own good.
My misfortune; I felt so unwanted,
I pleaded, I begged, all to share thoughts I could,
My misfortune; I neglected the hurt you had planted.
I was stupid, I was blind, I was unable to read your mind,
My misfortune; I still messaged you.
I learnt my lesson, I felt the world, I now think I know it,
Dont worry, you shall never feel so lacerated.
I promise, I swear, I shall never speak to you again,
For I deserved it all to have fallen for you.
I was silly, I was weird, and I was dumb to think --
How could I been the one you cherished?
But may you answer if you could -- how could someone be so indecisively cruel?
A cold-heart with its own blood, uncaring with bleeding hearts
I question if you care truly for my well being,
Or if it is just an illusion to fill
To the younger myselfDear Me,To the younger myself4 years ago in Letters More Like This
stop regretting your choices.
HimIt always begins with him.Him5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"He", though arbitrary, seems to be the only way I can open up to myself. "He" being a father I had, a lover I once knew, a friend I cherished, and the son I loved. I tend to collect my thoughts pensively whilst circling the momentous impression he has left upon my person; these ordered words and ideas are outwardly meaningful only because they have been gathered in the shadow of his essence. I appear to understand my place only in relation to him. I measure my joy to the standard happiness that he created for me and judge the gravity of my sorrows to the depth at which he let me fall. I knew contentment by knowing him and destruction by losing him. He, being every man I have met and have wished to meet, makes for me the will to imagine my life with and without him.
My story always begins with my better half. My other half. My frame of reference. He is more than where I start because he is also why I begin.
Even in my languor and bitterness, mere e
Sex without love is just mutual masturbationSo here I am in my dorm room, 2,638 miles from home, avoiding my statistical research project by stuffing my face and watching Slavoj Zizek (genius philosopher) make brutally truthful claims about those subjects which govern a vast majority of our lives. As I shamelessly raise another Rice Krispy to my mouth, Zizek executes 3 simultaneous motor tics and delivers: "Sex without love is just mutual masturbation."Sex without love is just mutual masturbation3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Before giving in to the thoughts fighting over my cognitive spotlight, I want to say that I'm not condoning those who aren't looking for love. My personal philosophy is to let people do whatever they think makes them happy. Contentment is so hard to come by, and in an ideal world, nobody would actively ruin it for anyone else. In fact, I actually think it's important to experiment with different types of relationships and people, because the more you see what love isn't, the more you understand what love is. And besides, it's good to learn how
The Gravedigger"I better get an epic funeral."The Gravedigger4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
250I left the warm comfort of my perfectly heated home to the chilling, dark outside world, the kind of chilling dark where you feel someone is always watching you, waiting to jump you at any moment between the flickers of the single lamppost, eerie and circled by a few moths casting shadows on the ground, dancing playfully just as the flurries start falling lightly, just dusting the ground with the white purity that may soon accumulate to a child's wonderland, filled with snow forts as big as their imagination and snow ball wars until their small bodies give out and the white flag is waved in defeat to the opposing side, the victors boast until the next war about who is superior; oh how I miss those days, the days of pure blissful ignorance and fun with all the kids on the block, my neighbors, my friends, but now I run, run away, cold air stinging my lungs and throat as my breath become visible in front of me, quicker and heavier, same as the snow that fell to the ground crunching under2504 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Snowball EffectMonsters are real and they like to tell stories about us.The Snowball Effect4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We're scary because we can walk around in the day light.
We only check our closets to make sure no one found the skeletons.
What you became is something that I find difficult to explain.
I promise that I try, but sometimes my mind won't let me.
I'm still fighting the instinct to protect you, long after you're gone.
If I wasn't cursed with hindsight you would remain a child in my eyes.
Do you truly deserve that kind of liberation?
Nobody wants to play an equal role in helping me destroy these memories.
Yesterday, I heard the echo of our laughter in the cries of a lost child.
I held her hand and waited for the mother to come rescue her.
She hugged me and thanked me for keeping the girl safe.
I never feel good about myself anymore.
It hasn't felt right to touch anyone accept the ghosts I see in my dreams.
This isn't about love or leprosy and I'm not a rat floating down the river on a wheel of cheese.
Do you see what I mean?
The ArtisanWhat is a poetThe Artisan4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If not an artisan
In his left hand
He wields the pallet of language,
A common instrument
Blemished with the desolate hues
Of disembodied idioms.
In his right hand
He wields the paintbrush of assertion,
An ashen tool with rugged bristles
Pursuing in futility a holy union
With the paint of imagery.
Lies the canvas of life,
A sapless framework
Subdued in a monochromatic state
Of unchanging fluidity.
With the eternal passion of creation,
The poet masters these dismal tools
To craft an intricate verbal portrait,
One with a spirit of elegance.
What is a poet
If not an artisan
He is naught.
For the artisan finds his home
In the sacred guild
And what is artistry
If not a haven
Rainy Day Waltzi.Rainy Day Waltz4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The missles fall
like rain in a water-starved world
quenching thirst with blood
that runs wasted in the gutters.
The rounds fire in 3/4 time
while civilians waltz delicately in circles,
brushing steps with Death and his dance partner
The grenades flash like the snap of a camera.
With the click of a pin
Time freezes -
caught between two futures.
In one I die;
in the other
I wish I had.
Handle With CareSomething broke today.Handle With Care4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Something small and precious, a glass flower, a snowflake, a heart. Something untouchable for its fragility, something broken much to easily, never to be healed again. It made no sound, no dying screams or pitiful whimpers, its passing was slow and barely noticed, noted only by outsiders with jaded eyes. It's gone now, spirited away and never to be seen again. Earlier and earlier it breaks, shatters, and falls away spreading itself across the floor and cutting the feet of everyone who walks upon it, unaware of the blood pouring from their bodies, slicking the shards and staining pure white red.
Something broke today.
It breaks everyday to be honest, many many times by many many people, simultaneously across the world. It does not matter what they were before It breaks, but after they are soldiers, watching the light fade to darkness and unable to do anything but watch with ancient eyes. It's difficult for these jaded soldiers to remember what life was like before
You Really Need ThisListen, bitch.You Really Need This4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Get over yourself.
Must. Find. Love.You're trying too hard. Failure guarantee.Must. Find. Love.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A Soldier's WishlistDear Santa,A Soldier's Wishlist4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's been a while since I wrote;
just give me a moment to clear my throat.
I'm a little out of practice
so forgive me if I seem quite callous.
I've got some complaints you've heard before,
but let me leave those at the door.
I watched the NORAD radar blip
but never got my Battleship.
Haven't believed since I was nine
but sitting here on the front line
I've got a wish not just for me
but for the men in my cavalry.
If it can't fit into a sack,
if such a load would break your back,
then I'd settle for a smoke and ticket home
but while I'm writing here alone
here's the list I never sent;
peace on earth, goodwill towards men.
ShatteredShatteredShattered4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 1- The End
"I'm sorry." He said. I can't tell if he's soaked in tears, or the rain.
We stood there, back to back, far apart.
"You'll be fine." That was the last thing he said to me.
Running, numb. Holding my eyes closed, didn't cry.
Don't look back.
Sitting in the rain all alone, I looked up in the sky. Memories is starting to fade away. It's murdering me inside, slowly, bit by bit.
It's impossible. I get my hopes up, and watch them fall, every time. I've lost him.
Chapter 2- Rewind
Staying up late every night thinking about him. Starting to contradict myself. Confused about my feelings.
Anger and tears would come any minute. Giggling, just walking through our memories. Sitting there all day staring into the wall. The wall, covered with the old pictures of us.
He controlled my emotions. Just one word would make my day. But now, I've turned i
Heart of a HeroDoes one require color or air,Heart of a Hero4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the heart is made of fire.
It burns stronger than any star,
For love, for courage, and desire.
Let it dance,
Let it burn,
Let it remain true,
To those whose love it has earned.
And let it not go for wanting;
For love, courage, and desire,
Are all the fuel that's needed,
To remain an invictus fire.
Self-Inflicted MurderA bullet to my brain, a knife to my heart.Self-Inflicted Murder4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crimson streams run braided down my chest.
I watch in amazement as my life slips away.
So beautiful, yet so... Something else.
A sigh of relief as the pain inside me disappears.
The need for tears no longer applies to me.
Let this fucked up world deal with its own problems.
I don't give a shit anymore.
Bruised and beaten I lie on the floor.
The ceiling reaches down to lift me in its arms
But the floor holds on, dragging me down.
Torn between Heaven and Hell, I'm ripped.
Spoilers For my Younger SelfI.Spoilers For my Younger Self3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes things will make sense
but mostly they won't
and one night
when the maps give you open wounds instead of
you will sit motionless in a parked car
baptized with safety instead of
you will wield smiles like fishhooks,
contagious and sharp
waste yourself on
you will kiss a man
who tilts your chin
and touches you slow
you will spend your whole life waiting
for something to hit you hard enough to make you
feel like you have
spent thirty years in a broom closet
you will live night daily
waiting for the sunrise
and occasionally dancing
for the stars
A YearAutumnA Year3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Raindrops hit the windows
A child is slipping on the wet leaves
But we are save inside
Me in your arms.
You whispered nothing could happen to me
Nothing could hurt me as long as you're with me
You promised you'd always protect me
While you kissed away a tear.
Snowflakes rest in your hair
The reflected light sparkles in your eyes
As we walk around the frozen lake
Hand in hand.
You whispered something happened
Something that'd change a lot
You promised it wasn't my fault
While you strictly avoided to look in my tear-filled eyes.
The earth fills with colors
The sun warms the air
While my world stays grey and cold
My soul remains black and frozen
Something happened to me
I'm hurt now you're gone
You lied to me
You didn't save me
People full of joy and passion
As the sunlight shines through my windows
While I'm completely lost.
You brought me to hell
I know that now
It was my fault
I see that now.
As I hold my arm into the sunlight
The blood sparkles
Just like th