Predatory prayer:
With the moon
To be as, fine as silk, care
For me, when time comes too soon...

Treasure
In a drink of water?
Said, and applied we're
In the spare and sordid fate there

Sharing, the muse
Which, and to is...
The creation of succor, a wishes enthuse?
A weary eye, has us for bliss...

Quiet, little face...
In the name, of me
A waiting future, to place
A many interim, with anarchy

Have we a happy save?
For a rise of notion, in prayer
The force of a voice, that does share patience for what gave?
Just a mercy?, here is loves care...

Before she became a teen
she remained unseen
just another girl
lost in the world
now she’***** puberty
now everybody sees
now they stare
they pretend to care
now she’s found fame
same picture different frame
the unwanted attention
the objectification
not ready for this
not had her first kiss
but predators lurk
they hide in the woods
she clings to her innocence
but has stumbled into womanhood
now she bleeds like the rest
burdened by chest
she’s not ready for this
she’s not ready for this
her best friends dad
now gives her the eye
she wishes she had
the ability to lie
to pretend all is okay
that it’s meant to be this way
but she wants to turn back
but the facts are the facts
she’s no longer a girl
no more a child
it is what it is
she’s not ready for this
just leave her alone
she’s not ready for this..

Hello, you silky rat.
I know your type.
You see defenseless
and you take the easy way.

I am not going to stand by
I won't let it happen another time.
The bravery of those around me
Has inspired the the best I can be.

Let me know, and it will get personal.
Because certain people deserve a tour
Of the inside of their head.
Until their guts drag the sled

Of their rotting sad stomach
Sliding on the floor.

So stick to your guns
And don't let him say a word.
Projection haunting so many
Brave souls a plenty.

I once held
The cold embrace
Of a man much older then me
When I was very young.
Never again.

What if I'm wrong?
What if I'm on the wrong side?
What if they're right?
And they did nothing wrong?

Maybe I need more proof,
Maybe I need to let this go,
I want this to be a safe space,
I pray for a safe HP.

Is there a way we can have peace,
Where no one gets hurt anymore,
Is there a way we can have peace,
Without tearing apart HP?

To my dearest monsters,

  I hope this letter finds you on the brink of your doom, rotting away in your sinister cave. Because it's what evil like you deserves. To rot and woe, to know the pain of fading, before you fade away. Because your longevity is short lived, for most of you will die come first daylight.
  I hope you know, there is no home for you here. But if you try and build one, It will be burnt down. Every scrapped cinder and discarded log crushed to black dust. The substance of your soul, you're made of cinders, burning away at the human you once were. And if no one else will stand against you, know I will. Don't mess with fresh fire, lest you get burn away too.

                                                                                    Sincerely, I.

The pre-dawn rang
as cat choirs sang
in waring gangs
sharp and rank
before they sprang
with claw and fang.

Isn’t it an overweening piety
to think that diverse cat societies
would address conflicts more politely
observe more cultural propriety
and politic more peacefully and quietly
than our own species, which behaves so violently

Are we not, in part, their masters?
Don’t we war for goals we’re after?
Aren’t some of our leaders practically gangsters?

Humans are - frankly - alpha-predator *******.
Does any species author more disasters?

If the language of cats, we could unscramble,
and into their feral dialogs we could wrangle,
perhaps we’d see that they’re just following our example.

As I sit here in my bed,
I think about life.
The daring natures
that are thrown at us from afar.
The temptations entice us.
Like predators,
they hunt out our fatal flaws as if it's just our human frailty to give in to such nonsense.
Leaning closer to such temptations with curiosity dripping from your eyes,
you cant your head to one side.
And you become mesmerized by the demonic allurement.
These forces attract you and involuntarily haul you into their fallacious lies.
Now you've been brainwashed,
and don't know right from wrong.
These lies indoctrinate you,
and teach you their tactless ways.
There's others all around you,
but you don't seem to notice them.
When they try to help you,
you become oblivious to what's going on.
You rarely let others in,
only when the cacodemons take a break.
Others try to debunk the situation for you,
but you see nothing illogical.
Only when reality hits you,
do you become scared of what it's done.
You pretend like nothing happened,
and the vile temptations realize they still got you.
They start to reel you in again,
starting where they ended off,
pretending like nothing ever happened.
As if you never tried to escape.
But....
each time they get you back,
it becomes harder and harder to abandon them.