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.
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She Called Herself a Poetshe spent years telling herself that her ribcage was a keyboardShe Called Herself a Poet4 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
Angel TearsImagine a raindrop is an angel's tearAngel Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling from heaven on Gaia's mortal fear
Weeping in unity their children's lost soul
Heaven's pure spirit evil now doth control
Eden of rapture consumed by time's flow
A lost utopia where gluttony doth grow.
Alluring serpent's lair humans covet the bait
Devourer of truth so poisoned with hate
Innocence now lost in maelstrom of desire
Purity long blackened by greed's hungry fire
The spirit debased evil darkens the heart
The nefarious abductor tears the soul apart
The moment approaches the farmer shall reap
Love now eternal for faithful lost sheep
Gnashing of teeth those left in despair
Time now elapsed for repentance and prayer
Renounce the darkness and take gentle heed
Embrace the truth be the Lamb's seed
A Soldier's WishlistDear Santa,A Soldier's Wishlist3 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.
The ArtisanWhat is a poetThe Artisan3 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
Heart of a HeroDoes one require color or air,Heart of a Hero3 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.
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
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
The Hidden TruthShe smiles, she laughs, she paints away,The Hidden Truth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the tips of her happiness is how goes the day.
She prays, she hopes, she dreams legit,
To forget the regrets that she once commit.
She is, she was, an angelic child,
Now addicted to pain is how gone wild.
She tries, she pretends, to again be so happy,
Such a shame her life has turned so scrappy.
She tries, she wishes to again be so her,
A prince shall come to make her feel so pure.
To the younger myselfDear Me,To the younger myself3 years ago in Letters More Like This
stop regretting your choices.
Must. Find. Love.You're trying too hard. Failure guarantee.Must. Find. Love.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Handle With CareSomething broke today.Handle With Care3 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
Self-Inflicted MurderA bullet to my brain, a knife to my heart.Self-Inflicted Murder3 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.
On Love and the Broken HeartedDeep into her eyes, he looksOn Love and the Broken Hearted3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Deep into her soul
Holds her warm heart in his hands
His stands firm and cold
Sleeping in his arms, she lies
Gentle as a lamb
Dreams a future with her love
Destined to be damned
Deceit, hungry in his eyes
Words and actions play
Lustful vision staring down
Where his beauty lay
Turning cheek, she breathes a sigh
Jolts his fantasy
Smiling, turns her head once more
Never will she leave
Lips of sugar slightly part
Delicate and sweet
Bitter is his selfish smile
Kiss he longs to meet
Wakened now, she sees his face
Falsified by love
Angel like does this fox seem
She is not enough
He is not looking for love
He's not after her
Her display, the only thing
Heightening his thirst
Her mouth shapes words; "I love you"
"I love you too", he says
But secretly, he's waiting
Wanting her, a sin
"Come and let us lay tonight"
Face and smile fall
Heart is shaken and surprised
This request is all
Nothing more she's wanted for
Just a pretty face
To use for the time being
One night standYour lips are iceOne night stand3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but if you felt
what I felt
You won't stare at me
with empty eyes
We'd fall in love
maybe only for one night.
No slumber in rapid
Even the sheets between
would feel like a threat
Clinging and tossing
and barely breathing
and hands holding on for
for heaven's sake.