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Seth Jul 6
The vibrant color of the world disappeared
In her black fur that consumed it all,
A small void that holds a vast chasm
Of a reality unknown to those around.
Zywa Jul 4
The party goes on

above me, I'm having fun --


with Nino, the cat.
"Dagboek 1962-1963" ("Diary 1962-1963", 2007, Frida Vogels), October 2nd, 1963 in Bologna

Collection "Trench walking"
my cat is crying,
crying still, and always loud.
his mouth is grief incarnate.
what name could hold you,
you feathered fury,
you opera of complaint.
April, 2023
neth jones Jun 27
early to rise and observe          
trip over the cat
first to witness that things        
need not be so absurd
and inglorious and murdered  

reassemble breath                        
resemble prescribed life
22/06/25 - original notes
Ailton Jun 21
You were a beautiful cat to my gaze,
With eyes that captured and quietly swayed.

I chased every flicker, each playful deceit,
Drawn to your steps, though lost in defeat.

You toyed with my hope, led me astray,
Till breath turned to longing, then sorrow, then gray.

But one day I fled, broke free from the snare,
And saw the soft truth beneath all your flair:

My beautiful cat, with charm so untrue —
I was never your love… only prey to you.
Damocles Jun 19
Fearless and ferocious
This little tiger has moxie,
If I’m not careful,
Watching for the details
Going to my coffee *** like a thirsty gazelle,
He may just pounce to bite me!

Proud lion,
Standing upon the cardboard mountain
Eyes darting to passer-byers
As he sits tall

BUT WAIT

"What is that?"
A flick of his tail
"I must attack"

And he does,
Chasing himself in circles
Dizzied until he flops flat,
And concludes his dance
With a little spell of a nap.

What a silly thing,
My tiger, lion, cheetah
House cat
This one is dedicated to my cat Grimm. her's part main coone, and sincerely thinks he's a tiger lol When he's hyper he likes to play hunt. My poor ankles haha.
The train huffs and bellows;
Screeching tracks sparking
Waves of rolling roaring
Like stretched thunder,
Booming in rapid motion.

Above, a plane traces an arc
Of breathy fury, compressed
And exploding voraciously.
It erupts in ignited screams
Across the moon-lit sky.

Always, too, the forever pops
And sliding-low gurgling of cars
And trucks and motorbikes, vague
Ticks of missing-beats, sparse
Rumbles of howling engines and

Flashing sirens piercing
Continuous above it all.
A cat (probably) somewhere
Screams nearby.

All returns to normal.
Train Thunder Plane Moon Car Truck Motorbike Engine Police Cat Normal
Everly Rush Jun 8
i found a sunny spot to sit
the kind that makes you glow a bit
the grass was cool, the light was gold
it felt like something i could hold

i stretched out like a lazy cat
no thoughts too loud, no weight, just flat
the heavy stuff slipped off my chest
the sun, for once, made all the rest

feel smaller — gone, at least awhile
i even wore a real-life smile
but shadows came, like they always do
and took my sunlight with them too.
17:26pm / i wish i could be a cat
35$
They made me pay
To watch you die
And leave today
Mom made me an out patient,
24 hours
My happiness, joy, quickly sours
To put you to sleep
Told me not to weep
Euthanasia (<25 lbs)
Your limp paw
The last thing I saw
As you were swept away
Your weak kitty smile
My throat filled with bile
As you were taken today
Euthanasia (<25 lbs)
My mom took me out of the in patient facility for today to euthanize my cat.
I want to stop breathing.
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