‘Yote Writes :3

19 year old Arab who’s into reading, writing, music, canids/dogs/animals and broken cars :p

[ceres-saf]

I realize now that you have forever stripped me of my love. Thank you, keep it. I will always remember you as my first owner even after being fostered. I will continue to bite every person who takes in the increasingly aggressive stray that I’ve become-I’m not sure why-perhaps in hopes of selfishly stripping them of their love as you did to me.

[ceres-saf]

forever biting the hand that feeds :3

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have u guys ever listened to Jessie by Paw? Devastating ass song

[ceres-saf]

you saw me on the sidewalk watching the world pass by

you kneeled beside me with a bone in hand and I took it and left a bite

while at first I paid no mind, saw you again for a few more nights. said eventually I might not bite. I didn’t know that I had lied, im sorry

you saw me on the sidewalk and offered a collar

a homes all I wanted, I couldn’t believe you’d bother

so when you clasped it on me, my mind had said you lied

so I chewed on it and made sure it was never too tight

you introduced me to your friends, called me the best you’d ever met, so honest and never pretends. if only you’d felt my fear, you’d know what I’d do so near

a few weeks had passed and I’d grown scared of your bones

It was comfort at first but I’d started to feel choked

so I bit down one last time, a kiss on the palm of your hand, drops of blood to signify the end, then I left once more again. like I’ve always done. off to scour the sidewalk for scraps with three chewed up collars on my neck.

[ceres-saf]

The morning after, I woke up cold and shivering. The same shivering I did when I was excited or happy but all I felt was a heavy yet empty heart

The morning after, the sun was brighter than it’s ever been before and my eyes were more reflective than they had been in years

The morning after, the trees were greener and the red marks from yesterday had started turning blue

The morning after, I apologized to you and apologized for making these harmless hands violent

The morning after I killed off a part of me but couldn’t bring myself to kill the rest was the morning I realized that if not for anyone else I must live to see the next morning

Because what if the sun shines brighter?

[ceres-saf]

You shaved my fur because you promised to keep me warm

You kept me caged because you promised I wouldn’t need to leave

You ripped my claws out because you promised I wouldn’t need them and you shaved down my teeth because you promised you would feed me

I learned every trick you wanted me to learn and I stayed silent when you couldn’t bear to hear me speak

I waited at the door of the cage waiting for you, you made me promise not to escape even if every bone in my body is begging me to leave

But now the cage has rusted, my stomach is growling and -though it’s hard- I’m still waiting

Tomorrow the door will fall apart and my opportunity to leave will never be easier

But once I leave furless, clawless and defanged, how will I survive?

Without you to love, to care for and to protect…to wait for. What is my purpose?

I can hear the rabid animals you’re attempting to train, and I sense your frustration as you struggle to declaw, shave and domesticate them

Why them? I tilt my head and wonder

As I sit, like you told me to

And wait, like you told me to

Because I’m perfect, like you made me.

Im trained, like you trained me

and now I’m cold…like you made me

my hunger grows exponentially, yet I still wait

And wait

And wait

And wait

Even though you never asked me to be, I’m still loyal…like you made me-no matter how much you didn’t want me to be

[ceres-saf]

How do tags work? And should I be using them?

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When someone does something bad they get punished by being isolated from the world and thrown in prison, and when they yet again do something bad while enduring said punishment they are isolated even further from the world and thrown in solitary confinement

Isolation is the worst form of punishment man has come up with yet many of us live it -willingly or not- and suffer the consequences

No idea what to do with that just wanted to share

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Heyyyy I’ve never posted poetry anywhere ever and I’ve only ever written to let out emotion myself but I’m looking to improve and share some stuff with ppl so here’s the last thing I wrote! I wrote it in a short time span out of emotion so it’s not my best piece but I was very satisfied afterwards enjoyyy

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It itches it itches it itches, the bruises and dents on my chest left in stitches

It itches it itches it itches, the voice in my head that I know isn’t mine

It itches it itches it itches, what’s flowing through this heart scalds me with every pump

It burns it burns it burns, I can feel every thump like a rock wielded by Cain

It burns it burns it burns, I can feel every vein and they’re stretching to accommodate

It itches it burns it burns, all this scratching that I do has led me to nothing but a skin graft

It itches it burns it hurts, it’s not mine to be used so what use do I have for it?

It hurts it itches it burns, it was stronger than my heart and they told me I’d feel better

but it hurts it hurts it hurts, I can still hear it’s owner and I don’t know what to tell her

I don’t want it, it burns it burns. As the blood vessels burst and my limbs fail to function-I use the last of this hearts strength to dig into the stitches

It hurts it hurts it hurts, but it feels much better, the way that it was meant to be and as I hold her large beating heart outside my chest-I smile, for once it doesn’t itch nor burn and I see that it is beautiful.

Her heart pumped gold yet my body craved blood. Her hearts not for me, I long belonged in the mud.

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anyone else like giving objects a soul and then you get stuck feeling bad for the object for the rest of time because you never really used the object much like an old car or plushie