"kitties" poems
My heart is a graveyard.
Full of all my past imaginary lovers.
Full of memories, and scars.
Full with all the drugs, and dead fallen stars.
All of the dead kitties and birds lying on the streets.
They all rest inside of me.
This graveyard inside my heart is full of all the
sounds that made me feel my emotions burn.
Full of all the fools who have hurt me.
It's full of rage, chaos, and hate that I had boarded
under my skin since I was just a child.
Once you've entered my heart consider yourself dead.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC
My uncle slit a man's throat with a box cutter in my childhood home and didn't apologize.
Sitting in a circle filled with crack smoke and stale beer breath.
This is a shining example of what I've lived with
and the lengths I've had to go to escape the thing people call "destiny".
Thievery, lies, pressure, and violence
has been calling my name for the longest.
But I know the voice too well to be taunted.
Words are my freedom and words are my piece of mind.
There is not a single substitute.
Whether poem, prose, or paragraph,
This is the only calling I've ever had.
I've lived with a hoarder, addicts, senility, and ignorance
in a variety of different combinations and forms.
At times, power, water, freedom, money, necessities, have all been an unachievable thing to me.
Lost to the vile goals of those folk I love.
I am the only one who sees the beauty in the fragile and odd.
The others see only a mess on a paper, and move their eyes to the nearest glowing box.
My father drowned when I was six.
My grandfather followed soon after.
My mother felt the stab of this and caved so many times.
I witnessed and shared the burden of her pain and grief.
My grandmother forgot everything she ever loved or knew, and short after passed as well.
Pets and possessions,
friends and followers.
All gone with a drastic breeze.
I am the one with the vision, but I am trapped in a shell of a city,
covered with that wretched stink of refined soy.
Will I be able to unburden the world from myself?
You all give me such great courage and allow me to share the beauty as I see it.
You all have such great skill with symbols and it makes me feel like home isn't far.
I want this. I want this.
If I keep breathing like the rest of the world
I feel I may miss the sound of the world's heartbeat.
But my death would not bring a solution for the ones I love.
Only a warrant for more death.
I need this. I need this.
With my words, I conjure up hell.
And hell brings with it the familiar.
Run little kitties, run.
The Doubling House and The Sequential Church will not hold forever.
My havens are temporary, but the craters are forever.
I will struggle till the pain becomes all I am
and I buckle under the weight of what I shouldn't have taken
from the mighty Atlas.
I do this for me.
I do this for you.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
Thank you Shaun,
for the pictures and flowers.
Thank you Lily,
for the ray of sunlight.
Thank you Bry,
for psychopathic measure.
Thank you D,
for the feeling of good pleasure.
Thank you Tay,
for tea and bears.
Thank you Meg,
for Sherlock and apples.
Thank you Zee,
for robots and twins.
Thank you Carrie,
for fangirling and friendship.
Thank you Liam,
for support and superheroes.
Thank you Paul,
for understanding and ingenious.
Thank you Ceryen,
for fake names and shared tears.
Thank you Chiara,
for Italian cheese and fanfics.
Thank you Rod,
for fish and evil.
Thank you Lia,
for kitties and souls.
Thank you Stephen,
for gravestones and vegetables.
Thank you Christine,
for mercurial and poetical love.
Thank you Caitlin,
for product design and Poundland.
Thank you Jordan,
for weddings and Brenda.
Thank you Conaill,
for DT and Courbet.
Thank you Brendan,
for axes and aunts.
Thank you Tom,
for form time and Brittany.
Thank you George,
for philosophies and pigeons.
Thank you Morgan,
for video games and hearing.
Thank you Alice,
for Pokemon and tumblr.
Thank you Aliyah,
for hearing aids and help.
Thank you all,
for reading and listening.
Thank you, me,
for absolutely nothing.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
My house is surrounded by
Illuminati operatives.
Lizards! Everywhere i look...
green ones in the grass like
slithery snakes with feet,
brown ones on my porch
running counter-intelligence
on my kitties, tan little
enforcers with an ochre-red
streak of war paint along
their spines.
i know what you are thinking...
but i stopped wearing a
tinfoil hat. It wasn't
keeping the N.S.A. out of my
emails anyway.
Just yesterday, one of the
lizards' double zero
agents followed me to McDonalds.
i saw him through the windshield,
gripping the wiper blade
with all his might, tail
whipping in the wind like a
whip antenna, broadcasting my
subversive Big Mac purchase.
i don't use Geico insurance,
therefore it was clearly an
Illuminati spy, without question.
Nowhere is safe.
My days are numbered.
They fear what i could expose,
that i would tell others
what i remember about
freedom.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 6:23 PM UTC
My Baby just called.
Bummed that the
Plasma Bank turned her away.
Veins too damaged for a Give.
Her blood no longer worth $40.
♢
The Silence
The Long
The Empty
The Long
Moments that tell me she
doesn't have bus fair, because
she lost her job last week.
I paid Her rent. A safe room in
a good house that helps me
sleep at Night knowing she is
warm in this deep of Winter.
♢
Imbued with emotions,
I quiet...
My Center
My Heart
My Mama Pain
She tells me she was
near Home last night.
Wanted to see the Kitties.
Lay in her Bed.
That's all Mom, that's all...
♢
The locks have been changed.
She does not have a key.
Finally found a ride home
in the middle of the night as
I drank six hours of sleep.
♢
Heart of My *****
My Spirit.
Taken from Us
Taken from Me.
Taken from Herself.
♢
My Hurt
My Anger
My Disbelief
That something
stronger than Love
dictates her Desires.
She is only 19.
Copyright © 2015. Fluer de Luna.
All Rights Reserved.
~Christi Michaels~MoonFlower
~Fluer de Luna~
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
What the hell is a katydid?
Is it near where the carotid is hid?
And, is there a reason we need
To know whatever Katy did?
Why does macaroni have an elbow?
This sounds to me a lot like a phony.
And how far back and forward does it go?
Really? Anthropomorphized macaroni?
What kind of person puts a bra on a car?
I mean, the entire idea is a bit bizarre,
One of the silliest I have heard of so far.
Does anyone know what automoboobies are?
Can people play poker with potato chips?
Maybe they’ll up the ante with avocado dip?
Then Vegas would not be such a wise trip.
Gives a new meaning to being ‘in the chips’.
Who gets to legally use a homophone?
And can anyone properly use it alone?
Since we no longer dial, why dial tone?
Some of this stuff if from the Twilight Zone.
Political parties don’t seem to be fun,
Not even for the lucky ones that won.
It must mean something that people run
But they look like something to run from.
Why would anybody put money into a kitty.
What is the matter that they have no pity?
After all, most kitties are way itty bitty.
So, stop putting money into a poor kitty!
And this putting on the dog stuff annoys.
It sounds like the game of bratty boys;
They finally get old enough to ignore toys
And play word games on a dog. Oh joy!
And what does it mean to horse around?
Is it the pantomime horse worn by clowns?
It can’t be the kind of horse one rides around?
That kind might trample a fool into the ground.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
happiness
what is happiness
are you happy
am i happy
what is happiness
....
sunshine
flowers
palm trees
hot chocolate
warm blankets
fresh cookies
snuggling
good books
fluffy kitties
music
boybands
good friends
loving family
inside jokes
shopping
waves
sleeping
movie nights
rainbows
new shoes
cartoons
christmas time
....
thats happiness in my eyes
whats happiness in your eyes
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 1:19 AM UTC
My song of winter
I sing in a sad minor
A song of snowflakes
And howling winds
A song of icy ponds
And of icicles
Slick with frozen rain
A song of sleeping flowers
And sleeping animals
I sung about sleeping feline kitties
On a rug before the blazing fire
In the hearth
I sung about snowdrops
Hidden 'neath the blanket of snow
I sung about the pine needles
That winter fairies play
Just like they play their harps
Such a melodious song they play
I sung about you
And I sung about
How I can imagine us
Ice-skating on those frozen ponds
I sung about frosty dews
Sprinkled on the hidden grass
Buried beneath the snow
A blanket oh, so cold
My song of winter
I sung to the fairies
I sung to them
Just what I am singing
To you
Right now
My song of winter
I sang
Until winter
Glided away
~Marian~
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 9:53 AM UTC
I am from the outdoors
from Febreeze and smoked salmon
I am from the snow covered hills
and the ice covered lakes
I am from the crowded hockey rink
the cheers and jeers
and the season ticket seats
familiar and worn
I'm from hunting and fishing
from Stacy and Layne
I'm from the military
and bad eyesight
from " 'Merica!", "Let's get DOWN!"
and raps about vicious kitties
I'm from Def Leppard, George Strait
and the Beach Boys
I'm from Hacienda and Chili's
caribou sausage and moose jerky
From the fishing hook my dad
stuck in his finger
The collarbone my brother broke on the ice... twice
This is where I come from
These things are my past
and my present
But the future is in the distance
around the bend
beyond the horizon
And I am eager for it to come
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
Are my words turds ?
basically, do they stink ?
but sometimes I convince myself
and actually think
Think that they are grand,
great and gigantic
and even more awesome,
than that ocean called the Atlantic
But maybe, they're just steaming piles
of disgusting dog ****
floating in bowls of ***** dog soup
Eaten by gargoyles, goblins and grinches
and ludicrous birds known as blue berry finches
So, if you finish my book
then well ****** done
You truly are heroic
and should be crowned
Emperor of the fifth Golden Sun
You should receive ten million dollars
and the keys to un-discovered cities
be loved by mythical beasts
and fluffy white kitties
I hope you shall live for one million years
and be taught the language
used by prehistoric grizzly bears
You should be allowed to time travel
with that famous movie car
because you Sir or Madam
are truly a star
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 6:08 PM UTC
I enjoy the word "sweet," it accurately describes the succulence of your lower lip
I wish to ****
and bite, and bruise.
"Hard" is your body, lean and tough
and assumedly rough
intense
passionate, all those lovely sensual adjectives that cheesy soft-erotica novellas
(that I "don't read")
use to describe a Man on a horse,
or in a fireman's coat, covered in soot,
saving kitties and pleasing cougars.
You are quite the male that I crave,
absolute perfection in human form that tempts and tortures my guilty thoughts and heaving breaths
so that I feel like one of those helpless heroines who swoon over a sensitive, wounded man.
But God do I want to inflict wounds on you, and lick them clean.
You have been a bad boy;
go to my room.
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 6:09 PM UTC
****
I can't believe
You've lived eighteen long years
I don't want to believe
You're of legal age
Because just yesterday
You arrived for school 2 hours late for
You slept at 4 am because of anime
Your blue boxers would show even if you wore a belt
You bought 100 Pesos worth of Spanish bread during recess
You dared to punctuate your English report with wrong grammar
You dunked iced tea bottles to the trash can, imitating Jordan
You ran and screamed in the hallways with the 3rd graders
You hanged your sweaty shirt to dry at the lockers
You spammed our physics teacher's laptop with selfies
You bit my shoulder, literally
You drew kitties and robots in your math test
You attempted to sing to dubstep
You took a nap at the carpeted library floor and
You almost ran over me with your car
So even if you're now an adult officially
You're still this messed up kid to me
Happy birthday though
You're finally 18
My wish for you is that you would be careful
'Cause you're old enough to hit the slammers
I guess age is really just a number
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
narfffff say the kitties,
arffff say the doggies.
blah blah bah say the hummies,
but we Hippos care not to say a single word and eat!
We simply like to belch!
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC
Morning is lovely and cool
puppy is scratching himself
kitties await being fed
goats in their stall want to browse
chickens are seeking new ground
doves cooing soft in their cage
I want to go back to bed.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
Smiled until toothless
then was never jolly again
the little kitty had fleas for brains
itchy in all the plausible places
drove to the market for some milk
came home with a tom cat
soon there were little kitties
with lots of love and lots of neglect
they fought and played and drooled and mewed
went to cat school
on vacations they went camping
in the mountains all was well
couldn't distinguish
day from evening
one person too far
enough rocks for the mittens
Aug 15, 2012
Aug 15, 2012 at 10:19 PM UTC
Three kitties
tabby and white, tri-color siblings from under a school portable
and their adopted father, hunched backed, grey and white, bowl legged:
circa 2000, the best from the Israeli streets
groom each other one tongue on each sleek fur covered skin
the rhythm of certain satisfaction rises
and it is the vibration of love
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 2:43 PM UTC
Here's to showing off about football
Here's to thinking cautiously
Here's to candy
Here's to barely knowing the person who sits two seats away
Here's to a sweet tooth that tests limits
Here's to kitties and puppies
Here's to slowing rejecting the seating chart
Here's to a new chart that brings two seats together
Here's to a mutual friend
Here's to black and blonde hair
Here's to math class
Here's to learning
Here's to growing
Here's to October for reducing two seats away to one
Here's to November for closing the gap
Here's to weird animals
Here's to a new group
Here's to the boy who drops out
Here's to getting to receiving his GED
Here's to "I don't want to go homes"
Here's to choir as well
Here's to the weird science teacher who's room is claimed
Here's to awkward conversations that keep life flowing
Here's to boyfriends that lack approval
Here's to moving to a new room
Here's to arguments about Jess and Dean
Here's to Rory and Lorelai
Here's to that phone call at nine pm
Here's to "He wants to take a break"
Here's to "It's mutual" through heavy tears
Here's to friends ready to comfort
Here's to "He's trying to cheat on you"
Here's to "I just broke up with you, that's what happened"
Here's to feeling comfortable again
Here's to pause buttons for God of War
Here's to "He just broke up with me"
Here's to "He's just doesn't feel the same way anymore"
Here's to comfort and to "I hate him"
Here's to wanting to better oneself
Here's to falling short and crawling back
Here's to first fights
Here's to only lasting twenty minutes
Here's to "He blocked me"
Here's to "He's cheating on me"
Here's to not needing him
Here's to the past coming back to haunt you
Here's to being stabbed by someone once called friend
Here's to silence
Here's to "She's so pretty"
Here's to "I love you"
Here's to "No more pining after lame guys"
Here's to seeing that teacher at Goodwill
Here's to days of brokenness
Here's to hope
Here's to the future
Here's to sweet sixteens
Here's to first cars
Here's to reptiles in rainy weather attire
Here's to sassitude
Here's to sasstastic people
Here's to near deaths
Here's to survivals
Here's to first sleepovers
Here's to lunch at that cute Italian bistro nobody knows
Here's to Philly cheesesteaks
Here's to Thai tea
Here's to "When can we do this again"
Here's to nightmares about rejection
Here's to dreams about perspective
Here's to an undying friendship
Here's to an eternity of trust
Here's to many more days
Here's to you
And here's to me,
Cheers,
Your best friend
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC
Don’t believe when humans tell you
Kitty fairies aren’t for real.
They exist and we can see them
No matter how you humans feel.
We, as kitties, use our brains
To protect and defend us all.
We can see things you can’t
And we can hear their fairy calls.
Kitty fairies think they’re clever;
That no one else can see them,
But we cats are on our guard.
Sort of like fuzzy policemen.
We stand prepared to whip them;
They won’t get by with a thing.
We consider them rather like
Nothing less than pests with wings.
But they messed up by coming
Into our own personal territory.
When we get one in our paws
That will end their silly story.
We might play with them a bit
For the first couple of laps
But after that, we will sing
The kitty version of ‘Taps’
So, if you see us sitting calmly
Then suddenly we leap right up
And chase around rather wildly
And knock over your coffee cup,
It’s because we can see them
Some flitting fairy on the wing.
That you can’t see kitty fairies
Doesn’t really mean a thing.
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 2:32 AM UTC
Sitting on the ottoman
That Ana made for me
Feeling early morning sun
With all my kitties three
Looking to my unknown friends
For their poetry and prose
Quietly just sitting here,
In this precious, rare repose.
These small moments gift themselves
For my joy and reverie
An abundance there to fill my heart
Amid self calamity
Hurt, shoes and doubt, a cloak
A part of daily wear
But beneath the ***** garments
The joy of life is there
And so today I dress myself
In the peace of cotton white
cast off my stylized shoes and cloak
Button up this sunny light
And venture forth into the world
In no high fashion dressed
A humble and forgiving garb
Myself and others blessed
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
Tough ******* like
rough kitties with
soft—but mangled—fur
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC
Part 5
***From ferns to pebbles,
From creeks to rivers and lakes,
From mountains to moors.
From birds to tall trees,
Beauty in all animals,
From kitties to bears.
From mountains to fields,
Flowers very soft and sweet,
Grass tickles my feet!
Breezes soft that stir,
Cool, fan and caress my face,
Very beautiful!
Sunrays that shine through
Even the darkest of days,
Also light up trees!
Sunshine in your heart,
Dancing and smiling at you,
With a warm brightness!
Sing a song in your
Heart for nothing can go wrong,
With God by your side.
I am always here
For my dear and closest friends,
And my parents too.
God is here for you,
Always knocking at your heart,
Will you accept Him?
Jesus will always
Carry your burden for you,
If you ask Him to.
So sing a sweet song,
One so full of love and joy,
With God by your side!***
~Marian~
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 2:17 PM UTC
Patience isn’t just a virtue
much more of a poison that can hurridly hurt you
the strain that is put on a waiting heart
worse than the broken wheel of a shopping cart
curiousity is not the only thing
that killed the cat while the caged bird sang
its patience for a tasty meal
caused poor kitties fate to seal
and as the book of death is closed
a life is plucked just like a rose
but fear not fellow man, for I can tell
the only thing that awaits is hell
patience is a sneaky *****
that steals away food from your fridge
you wait and wait and hope and pray
for the food to last one more day
it has already spoiled and sits there so sad
because the children starve with nothing to be had
sitting pretty asking “have you waited long?”
there is one last chance for one last song
but courage never comes for all
the pretty flowers stuck to the wall
so let us all throw patience around
plant it in an unforgiving ground
let it rot away and then
we can all be impatient again
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 1:10 AM UTC
don't feel too inspired
in fact I'm rather tired
I feel a nap coming on
lay down . . .
don't feel all that tired
in fact I'm pretty wired
got some chores I need to do
get up . . .
wish that I had hired
a maid I am so mired
hear a book call my name
sit down . . .
not much plot transpired
the author should be fired
salty chips would make my day
get up . . .
no chips below or higher
disappointment dire
think that I will meditate
sit down . . .
my lap becomes a bier
three cats have come to lie here
was in focus now so blurry
curl up . . .
the kitties had conspired
and risked this person's ire
knowing all the while they're safe
to sleep we now aspire . . .
Aug 18, 2010
Aug 18, 2010 at 3:32 PM UTC