A House Made of Poetry

Ive never had a description that worked for this. I'm Cat, I write. I built this house and you are welcome in it. 

[thecrookedsuccubus]

you wanted to fuck my mind you wanted to fuck my crazy instead you fucked me senseless you didn't do me you undid me

10 December 2016

[thecrookedsuccubus]

You thought I'd be good for reading, so you opened me up but all I had in me was poetry and it wasn't enough. You wanted something with a story, a villain you can see and I guess now you've learned to stop looking for a happy ending in me

11 December 2016

[thecrookedsuccubus]

You explored me with your needle tongue left traces of yourself beneath my skin and i am still cutting out all  your ugly stitches

C.S.

10 December 2016

[thecrookedsuccubus]

running in to you again is like a blind person regaining sight just in time to see the wrong train coming from the middle of the tracks

running in to you

[thecrookedsuccubus]

I am a nothing person. My hair– nothing. My eyes– nothing. I am all boarded windows and yellow tape, I am disrepair and misremembered.  And when someone sees me on the street, Just broken glass and weather beaten and they ask you “what happened” you may say “Its a poem. It’s a poem about nothing.

But let’s be honest, it’s a poem you never cared to read (via thecrookedsuccubus)

[thecrookedsuccubus]

The fruit that grows from my tongue has been watered by --fuck-- by obscenities. The fruit that grows inside me is bitter as hell. It bites back.

C.S.

10 December 2016

[thecrookedsuccubus]

There is going to be an influx of poetry. The poetry is originally illustrated, but I am too lazy to upload them with their accompanying sketches. Maybe soon. Sorry. 

[thecrookedsuccubus]

arms pinned, mouth filling, acrid water tears spilling, mixing with the ichor of desperation mouth filling, panic throat filling, manic nostrils filling, petrified lungs filling, numb in a dark pool, blind deaf and dumb don’t talk you’ll drown quicker your sobs only make the water thicker don’t scream, i don’t hate you let the indifferent weight placate you stay with us in the grave where no one can reach you one deep breath i beseech you a black patchwork of stars instead of a struggle brain death in four minutes

[thecrookedsuccubus]

She crawls into bed smelling like smoke with a question lodged that’s making her choke If a girl cries alone at night and there’s no one to hear it…

Will she live (via thecrookedsuccubus)

[thecrookedsuccubus]

And here I am,  like every other lost god damn poet shouting in to the void “please don’t kill yourself tonight” and as silence answers me I’m not sure if I’m talking to him or myself.

If I wake up tomorrow and you don’t I will never forgive myself (via thecrookedsuccubus)

[thecrookedsuccubus]

I'm not getting better, I'm just better at hiding it I watched so many people get sick of seeing me fighting it that I started losing my battles in the dark just to spare their bleeding hearts I put my demons on a leash so I'd be the only one they reach. If you shut your eyes you won't see the bodies under my bed, or that my clothes are full of blood and if you don't listen closely you won't hear me say that I can't love And it must be working because they say I don't look quite as dead-- my reminder that all the carnage is in my fucking head

Time to get out

[nursery-deactivated20160926]

*does my makeup as therapy*

[thecrookedsuccubus]

I guess I’m back

[thecrookedsuccubus]

Life and I, we're not on speaking terms. Rarely do we have a cordial interaction, We see each other's shapes Vaguely Across a burning bridge-- But Death? Death is my bitch. Death shows up on my doorstep without calling And begs me to stay Death is never more than a shadow away Death sits on my bed and helps me with my wardrobe every morning, Dictating the length of my sleeves Death Never Ever Leaves. And I take advantage of Death, It's true Death is there When I need an easy screw But this sordid relationship is never enough And her affections get harder and harder to rebuff Death tells me that together, We're perfect, That she's all I've ever craved-- But I don't want Death I want to be saved

To be Saved

[lameborghini]

[thecrookedsuccubus]

All the mirrors are broken. All the cracks re white Not white like snow white white-out white picket fences, but the ghostly kind of white of new skin or old bones old bones bleached and buried old bones in the closet. Grinning grinning grin again. The mirrors are broken but my teeth are straight Pay no attention to the cracks Cover the cracks with long sleeves Blame the cracks on clumsiness or incompetence with kitchen knives. Don't look closely at the way things break Break all the mirrors instead Memorize the cacophony of lines Trace the fractures like roadmaps Don't look closely at the way thinks break, don't look at the cracks I'm lost in white lines like new skin or old bones going all through my reflection. But I'm looking and I'm looking  and the mirror  the mirror is not broken. I think  I am. I think It's just me

Break all the mirrors

[empire420]

[tiannajuana]

yusss 🏡💨

[stonermclovin]

Omg I NEED this for my living room