Cataclysmic Verse

Ms Cat weaves poetry like a prowling storyteller—elegant, sharp, and untamed. Her words leap between introspection and rebellion, capturing echoes of transformation in every verse.

[mscat89]

Day After Day

CW: Profanity

I could write until my hand falls off Hold my breath until I turn blue Yet none of it will stop the noise in my head.

I want to yell. To throw things. But I’d probably miss my target, When it’s my own skull I’d be aiming for.

I’m tired of blogging in hopes of healing— because it’s the same shit running through my mind. Day after day. 

Tina Marie

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[thoughtkick]

“I didn’t need you to fix me. I needed you to love me while I fix myself.”

— Michelle K.

[mscat89]

A Return to the Wreckage

Why do I keep doing this to myself? Am I just a glutton for punishment, Or is Thanatos pulling the strings again? The relentless urge to self-destruct, As if I get pleasure from the never-ending pain.

I’ve never touched hard drugs before, But here I am, nursing these self-inflicted wounds. They call it intermittent reinforcement, A science that casts me as a fool.

I’d rather have a steady drip of the stuff Than this erratic fix that leaves me craving.

Tina Marie

[bogdan-dragos]

the great gambler

the great gambler  by Bogdan Dragos we all know what makes anathlete greatwhat makes a martialartist greata fishermana chefa mountain climbera race pilota paintera huntersurebutwhat makes a gamblergreat?Now this is rarelyif everaskedSomehow the answer, “he who winsmost and loses least isa great gambler,” remainsunsatisfactoryIt would’ve been fineif we were talking abouta boxer for example,but…

the great gambler

[mscat89]

Walls and Weaknesses

A fortress needs a deterrent  to be effective– against enemies, real or imagined.

You can dig a moat, but if you don’t stock it with piranha,  someone will swim across eventually.

You can raise a wall,  but without spikes on the stone  or armed guards on the parapet walk,  someone will climb it.

A watchpoint is useless  when the guard on duty  refuses to acquire the target.

You can wear the uniform  as if it were armor,  but underneath it  you’re still defenseless.

Tina Marie

[mscat89]

For Now I Exist

I’m alive—not because I want to be, but because something makes me.

Was it something I was born with? I was supposed to be stillborn.

Am I just chicken— or am I too stubborn?

I don’t know whether to be upset, or whether I should be grateful.

I don’t know what to think, so for now I exist.

Tina Marie

[mscat89]

I Only Wanted A Shared Solitude

It’s not that I mind being alone, In fact, I love my solitary time— Doing as I want by myself, Without any interruptions.

It’s just, once in a while, would be nice To have someone to distract me With conversations about mutual interests; Someone else who also likes their solitude, But wants to break things up occasionally.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t you.

Tina Marie

[inkpressedpetals]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

Leonard Cohen, from “On The Sickness Of My Love”

[mscat89]

Cursed with One

When the weight in your chest matches the storm on your face, and it feels as if your heart is about to drop out of your ribs and strike the floor with a thud as loud as your tears— that’s when you know you’re broken.

You try to freeze it, stop it, outthink it. As if you didn’t already know how these things end. As if the world ever promised anything kinder.

In a place where hearts are rare, you were cursed with one.

Tina Marie

[mscat89]

When The Music Escapes

My heart is locked inside a cage.

A cage of my own making.

It tries to lunge for freedom,

only to be yanked back by chains.

It’s been beaten and bloodied into silence—

and its killers wonder why I hide behind a mask.

You see, I let it out once before.

Apparently I hadn’t learned my lesson.

Which is how it ended up in its current condition.

So it stays in its cage,

while its song is muffled.

— Yet, sometimes, rarely, I forget.

And the music slips through, clearly.

—T.A.

[aamtreeanalogy]

*pointing my index finger* i hate you and you. and you. YOU too. (i'm inside a mirror maze, all by myself)

[mscat89]

Almost

CW: profanity

Emotions half in, ready to step out. Don’t give a fuck, or still too much.

Almost through. Held back. Damn wind. Trapped.

You think, Footing secured. Foundation gives. Back on your ass.

Tina Marie

[bogdan-dragos]

winter won't leave already

No color, no sound,just this grey sky pressing downon a field that used to be aliveI hate how winter doesn't shoutIt just takes and takesuntil the world looks like thisMy boots sink and the silence follows me,thick and stubbornquiet, empty,and harder to care about

winter won't leave already

[astriloquum]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

the yearning of an eye contact.