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3.4k · Jan 2014
Empathetic Warrior
Mutt Jan 2014
Dear Sasha,
A war is coming,
I am aware of its gravity and I don’t know if I am ready,
To answer your question in your last letter,
Why do I cut so deep?
It’s because I know how words can cut deeper than any sword,
Don’t give me the ******* that,
“sticks and stones can brake bones and words can never hurt you”
Sticks can snap your bones,
But words can snap your spirit and mind,
And these times are ******* my spirit,

“Time heals all”
but these wounds will take longer
So don’t tell me words don’t affect my life
If someone sits there in your face saying,
Your stupid and irresponsible long enough,
Torturing you constantly with their literary daggers,
You start to believe it,
You start to feel,

As much as I want to shrugged it off,
It weighs me down,
This curse called empathy,
A curse of a pacifist,

I take every word to heart,
And it ****** me off,

I know I am not what they say,
But this name tag on my uniform is all I have left of my identity,
I’m not sure if It’s true,
But I can’t help believe it anyway,

Don’t tell me to shrug it off,
Cause you can’t remove these battle wounds,
If you keep chiseling at this stone pillar it will crumble,
Letting loose my dogs of war,

I cut deep,
Cause I know the strength of words
I follow the golden rule,
So don’t make me use these literary daggers,
to leave lasting marks on your psyche,
Cause trust me I have,
And I can rip apart your world and all of its glory,
Cause I was trained to do so,

Make you doubt your identity,
cause mine was taken,
Cause it’s easy to make my pain…. yours,
But that would be too easy.
I will turn these daggers upon myself,
Because “If you have nothing nice to say don’t say anything at all”
If you are struck down,
You want to strike back,

These words and thoughts don’t just disappear,
These arrows are sharp and drawn,
I have to let them go somewhere,
Ill cut and stab myself before I hurt another,
I’ll take your pain for you,
No matter how much you don’t like me and try to tear me down,
I will not lash out,
I will not strike back,
Because that would make me no better than you,
I will cut myself before I cut you,

I cut myself so deep,
Cause I get over the pain,
The scares stay but the pain doesn’t,
As I finish this letter the anger has already left,

“you’re only as happy as you make yourself out to be”
So I will take the full force of their swords,
because I won’t dwell in the pain,
So I am going to move on from the hate,

So why do I cut myself so deep?,
because I know now I am strong enough to take it,​


Yours truly,
The empathetic warrior
1.4k · May 2014
LET ME SLEEP!
Mutt May 2014
Let.... me... sleep...
Please.
PLEASE! let me sleep!

You keep me awake with your toxic kisses
Wrapping yourself around me,
Soothing me in a false comfort,

My eyes are heavy,
My head is weary,
So please, PLEASE!
Let me sleep.

It was fun in the beginning,
You gave me more time in the night,
You keep me up,
So I could study,
You keep me up,
So I could keep in touch with myself,

My mind was free to wonder with this extra time,
Just to have you confirm,
That I'm who I say I am,

The nights were fine,
But my days became ****,
Not having the energy or patience for others,
Greeting my teeth in frustration,
As people wonder where I went,

I am right here!,
But Im really not...,
I'm trapped in my mind,
Which is screaming!,

Screaming at me,
To scrap any couple of minutes of shut eye that I can,
Looking for any break in my day,
To just get away,
Away from the noise...,
The people...,
My friends...,

Any energy I have is used just
To keep moving,
To keep standing,
To keep awake,
Throughout the day,

Any chair becomes a temperpedic mattress,
Finding comfort with ease,
In the most random places,

Which makes sleep easy,
But the cricks I'm my neck are not worth it,

Teachers lectures become slurred mumbles,
Like the adults in charley brown,
But much more melodic,

Just to be shaken out of my daze,
By the sound of back packs zipping,
And Chairs shuffling,
At the end of class,

Socializing is not revitalizing,
Being around my high energy friends,
Just fries my system,
It does not jump start it,

My friends wonder where their energetic friend went,
I just tell them I haven't been sleeping well...,
Excluding you and what you do to me,

**** IT! LET ME SLEEP!,
I no longer want to be a creature of the night!
You topsided my life schedule like a row boat in a tsunami!,
Only to feel your furry in the middle of the day,

Now I am afraid to see you at night,
Knowing you will ruin my life,

As if like clock work,
your there in my bed,
As soon as I'm comfortable and cozy,
Echoing my thoughts...,
Letting my mind travel...,

Traveling to no where!,
You take me on journeys that last a life time!,

Nudging me...,
Egging me on..,
To go on night drives,
My poem book is filled to the brim,
Full of all these ideas you give me,
While my tank is on empty...,

But what is a full mind,
With a weak body?,
What would I be,
Without you?

I'd be free,
I'd be alive,
Free to run!,
Jump!,
Climb!,
Do whatever I wanted!,
Not be held down by your ball and chain...,

Actually hold a conversation with a cute girl,
Without giving up,
Or not even attempting,
Because of you and my lack of energy,

The sun,
Will once again feel,
Like rays of love and warmth,
Rather than a monster constantly,
Trying to sizzle my eyes to a crisp,

Have time and energy to go on a hike with friends,
Instead of fearing I'll pass out,
And fall off the top of mount baldy,

I don't know...,
Maybe view coffee as... just a drink,
Rather than a gift from god,
Sent to help me survive another day In hell!,

I wish these where exaggerations...,
But they are far from it,
Sleep is important to me,

Sigh I just think we should go our separate ways,
We are just no good for each other...,
I got my life to live,
Sleep to catch up on,
So please insomnia.....let me sleep.
1.3k · Jan 2013
Whiteboard
Mutt Jan 2013
People see me as a whiteboard,
to be written on,
and passed to the masses,
To whom i am ******,

My flaws they try to erase,
as well as the imperfections on my face,

cause i'm a mold-able youth,
or an untouched canvas,
that can be painted,
and displayed,

i'm going to grab that marker,
and make my future less darker,
avoid your drama,
when this picture comes out wrong,

like this picture is not the right shade of black, brown, or white,
if you stare hard enough,
you can see the design in just the right light.
1.1k · Jan 2013
Hold You Alittle Bit Tighter
Mutt Jan 2013
Maybe if I hold you,
i'll be able to protect you,

maybe if I hold you tighter,
your heart will get lighter,

maybe if I hold you for a long time,
you'll stay longer,

maybe if I hold you tighter,
you'll hear my heart beat faster,

maybe if I hold you closer,
I can hear your heart match mine,

maybe if I squeeze you,
you'll fill my ears with giggles,

maybe if I squeeze too tight,
you'll leave...you just might,

you squeeze me back,
and whisper softly,

*you don't have to squeeze so tightly,
i'm not going anywhere
1.1k · Sep 2013
Waiting for The End
Mutt Sep 2013
Today i entered a prison. the likes i have never seen before.

this prison has no bars,
no chains,

Disguised in false hope and fake smiles,
Leave your loved ones at the door,
We will take care of them,
Or so they promise,

as i walked down the halls of this prison,
i felt the dread,
as sorrow,
filled my head,

any happiness i felt before,
was ****** away,
nevermore,

My sunny disposition is clouded,
My chipper attitude dulled,


as their unheard cry's,
watered my eyes,

cry's of longing....

                                                    ­              ......waiting.......waiting......

Prisoners stay in their rooms,
or wander the halls,

being held captive,
only by body and mind,
which are failing,
surrounded by their own kind,

.....waiting.......waiting

For what?
family, friends, or some thing unworldly,
to take them,
with a promised return,
for which they desperately yearn,

Saying they will come visit,
Promising for an escape ....or end,
While they force a smile,
To hide the pain,

So what?
they are getting the help they need
for some it is help they don't want,
hope has already left their eyes,
now just expecting lies,

I finally reach my grandpa,
Well.... thought it was him,

This shriveled old man,
Is not the G pa I know,

Tell me your theories of life,
And how to over come strife,

you fight for life,,
Your Moore for gods sakes,
I don't expect less!

We say our good byes,
Our lies,
And give him false hope,


so he can go through his days,
in a half awake haze,
cause all he can do....

                                                         ­            ..... is wait.
Get better grandpa. till you're better i will wait.
966 · Jan 2013
Stone Angel
Mutt Jan 2013
The people who carry,
that brake on the inside,
whose burdens they bury,

these stone angels can only hold so much,
who are still sensitive to the touch,
who will carry others,
but can collapse if hugged too much,

i see it in those deep blue eyes,
that stare back and hold my gaze,
that you have been hurt by lies,
and drown in a sad history's haze,

i'm here to tell you, you're not alone,
cause we are both made of stone,
or so we think,

as we hid those tears,
for all those fears,

that no one is there to catch you,
or give you the time of day,
well **** what they say,
we'll let our colors stay true,

so let me help hold the weight,
so you can find the strength,
to stand up straight,

cause your not a gargoyle,
but a stone angel,
don't let that blood boil,
stay strong and beautiful,
inside and out.
958 · Mar 2013
run little doggy
Mutt Mar 2013
run little doggy,
run till you drop,

run little doggy,
your not the big pup,

run little doggy,
show them your true colors,

run little doggy,
show them you're not a *****,

run little doggy,
don't you dare stop
to the challenges and to the success that will follow
908 · Feb 2013
Praise
Mutt Feb 2013
To those who write,
cause they have the taste,

the taste for lyrical truth,
that they never waist,

to the dreams,
that we have chased,

some having succeed,
even aced,

to loved ones,
that we have or long to embrace,

to the challenges,
that we are afraid or fearless to face,

to ourselves,
who sometimes we misplace,

to all your poems,
for whatever they're based,

keep writing,
don't allow yourself to be erased.
767 · Jan 2014
Animals (explicit)
Mutt Jan 2014
would you be a dear and lend me your claws?,
cause i know you hide them in those puppy paws,
Playing coy as you don't know what I'm thinking,
Or what we are thinking,

but don't be afraid to show me,
as you're on top and below me,
What  are your secret desires,
Are they something I can fulfill,
As I fill you,
With raw... primal instinct,

clawing to hold on,
till your breath is gone,

throughout the night,
in a place of little light,
Losing track of time,
With only each-other on our minds,

being able to see just your silhouette,
as the moon light reflects in your sweat,
Being push to our limits,
Till all of our energy is gone,

being sure to claw deep,
as my addiction continues to seep,
Being drawn to you,
With sight and scent,

because your claws,
keep me crawling back to your den,
Your lair or mine,
Alone...or not,

Your claws,
Your talons,
Your paws,
Your feet,

Your feathers,
Your fur,
Your hair,

I can't relate you to one beautiful animal,
Because you're in a league of your own,

You  majestic creature,
You have no set feature,
I will embrace you as you,
In all your beauty,

Your hair,
your eyes,
your skin,

Oh your skin,
Keeping me warm,
When we rub against each-other,

In this tussle of life and death,
This dance of beauty,
This primal instinct,
We are merely animals,

So show me what makes you wild,
If you recognize this poem it's because I redid it. Enjoy
736 · Jan 2013
Vanity Show
Mutt Jan 2013
Masked,
you put on a show,
like your part of this eulogy,
you put on fake faces,
it is all ******* to me,

but which is preferred?,
that we switch?,
cause a fake face,
gets a fake reaction,
or haven't you heard?

take off the masks cause you already know,
that douches dress you up,
like part of their sick vanity show,

they kick you to the curb,
letting your fake face fall,
cause with fake faces,
you surely can't stand tall,

sure you kick my ***,
scoff at me from the back of class,
i'll wipe your dirt off,
take my shirt off,

to show the scars,
by when i'm hit with fancy cars,
getting beat up and beat down,
giving me a constant frown,

cause i'm no court jester,
that acts stupid,
not for my,
but your pleasure,

so release that pressure,
and let creativity fume,
don't waste a creative mind,
just let it bloom.

— The End —