#cheetah
nobody wants to hear my cries,
or the whispers of my aching heart,
I hope that maybe soon my heart dies,
so I no longer have to carry the guilt of things that I have not done,
I wait for the day I don't have to care,
can flea from every issue,
faster than a cheetah can even dream to run,
but even when my brain repeats,
like a broken record of all the things that once went wrong,
I wipe my own tears in the car's backseat,
because nothing in life is ever that significant,
or never should be, to me anyway,
but unfortunately you were truly magnificent.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 7:24 PM UTC
Her name was Tori
She ran like a cheetah
Spots speckled her body
Her hair blew in the wind
Soft laughter escaped her
She ran for enjoyment
T was for talent
She could do anything
O was for odd
She was her own person
R was for radiant
She emitted an aura
I was for intelligence
She had a mind of everything
She fit her name like a glove
Silent awe in her wake
No one could stop her
Something always burned within
She never stopped running
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC
#*Love the sloth in my mind
Busy sloth-ing away it’s time
The cheetah, somewhere around
Slogging away all the while
The two at loggerheads
Tearing up my heart
The Mind, a multitasker
The Heart put to tasks
Time to summon the tortoise
I surmise*#
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 6:48 AM UTC
Golden elegance
subtly peeks over grass
With spying brown quartz.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC
A sloth and a cheetah
both in my mind
Assuming roles as per the need of the time
Happy in their spaces defined .
Enter the monkey
always up to its antics
Wanting to colonize the mind
Seeking all the spaces defined
The sloth and the cheetah
Unperturbed
Happy in their spaces defined :))
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 2:33 AM UTC
As a ginger, I'm inclined to say fox. I've always had an affinity for those cunning, red canines.
But if it's just for a day then perhaps something a bit more adventurous. I suppose I would choose to be a cheetah.
Fastest land animal in the world, agile, and speckled.
Nobody messes with a cheetah. Not because they’re so hulking or intimidating— just more fascinating than terrifying.
We travelled to South Africa once, my family and I. As a tribe we chased wild creatures down with cameras in jeeps in a raucous yet hushed thrill.
The cheetah was one of the few animals that eluded us. Perhaps having never seen one up close is partially what draws me to them.
Mysterious, as well as evasive, with an "I don't give a **** attitude.
They only eat every so often because catching food is such a feat. When they do hunt however, it's one of the most spectacular things in the natural world.
It's why places that sell tv's show footage of cheetahs running in slow motion over and over on a dizzying loop; demonstrating how clear the pixels are in the plasmas. It's mesmerizing.
Their feet move too fast and fly over the dirt, honed in on whatever poor gazelle or kudu they're after. If you're a cheetah that is your body, your thin bones, your rapid heart and beating paws that make you move in such a blur.
To be a cheetah for a day is feeling and knowing the difference between machine and muscle. Humans have found ways to fly, and people regularly move faster than a top speed of 75mph.
But how sublime it would be!
To be solely and purely responsible for that unparalleled speed just for one day.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 6:18 PM UTC
We walk, talk, dress, eat, act, and love like humans...
We feel pain, sadness, joy, and all the same emotions.
The difference.... We love each other no matter what,
we talk to each other, and help one another...
We
Are
Furries
!!!!!!!
We don't judge people,
but yet they judge us.
We maybe different...
but we still feel.
Furries love,
and care.
I am a furry.
Deal with it.
We stand up or each other,
You will never be misunderstood,
Furries band together,
and stay together!!
Furry Love
Cheetah Love
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
Within the fields of grace
and moving waltzing wheat fields
moves the spotted feline with pace
black tears run down its face and yields
to the sun's tangerine gaze
The rythmic thomping of paws through grass
with undivided focus so clear
every step as fragile as glass
sounds perilous behind this feeble deer
Colossal strides that fly through air
pefected anatomy claws down its goal
rules of nature have never been fair
but one must know the key is survival
this deer now knows its fatal fate
is nature's gift to the cheetah's plate.
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
There is a place beyond the tawny grass and the scattered trees
It is a place void of flowers and of bees
A place where the lion and cheetah do not reside
It is a place where those unfit won't survive
The sun won't pierce it
and the waters only collide
the brush is too thick
even the trees don't coincide
Dare to explore this place
you will see
in the heart of darkness
no man can be free
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC