I know,
I'm sorry,
It doesn't make sense,
But you don't see like me
when you look at those men.
The masters had whips
and the white men have guns
My every instinct screams
Leave him!
Just run.
They're watching, watching,
oh, always, they're watching
Can you feel the eyes
on the back of your neck?
Back pressed to the wall and I'm trapped but
they're watching.
It's all in my heart,
this is all in my head.
Keep my eyes up and
they're all looking back
can't close my eyes for a minute, instead
I try to remind myself time after time that
It's all in my heart,
this is all in my head.
Their eyes flickerswish
back and forth and they're watching
I know you don't see it, but lovely, I do
Watching, watching
Those boys,
yes, they're watching
It's not what you think, I just want to protect you
They see when you kiss me,
They see every touch-
Their phones all have cameras,
A picture's enough
Their parents are racist,
Their friends homophobic
I know you can't feel it, but
I'm worried sick.
I can't do this now, but darling, I love you
This isn't your fault, it's so far above you
In each generation,
This fear has been brewing
It runs through my veins
Not in your wrongdoing
It's not what you t
I'm sorry, I just forgot-
Forgot like you forgot
they're still your daughters,
Forgot like you forgot
to be a good father.
Forgot like you forgot
children need feeding,
Forgot like I forget
to just keep breathing.
Forgot like you forgot
your wedding vows,
Forgot like I am
forgotten now,
Forgot like you forget
what I am made of,
Forgot as I shall
forget to love.
Sleep-Thoughts (In Medias Res) by catnipcutie, literature
Literature
Sleep-Thoughts (In Medias Res)
I. Regrets
You'll regret that tattoo when you're older,
her mother warned as she left that morning.
That's alright,
she replied,
dismissive.
I won't live long enough to regret it.
II. Freckle-Face
Freckle-face with eyes like stars and
Skin painted with them-
Dream of Life and Light,
It is more than I can give you.
=in medias res=
Broken child with paranoia
In your veins, watch over them,
Keep them safe.
It is the best you can do.
III. Me'Cha'No'Phi-li-a
your heart has become but machination,
he loves you still.
you learn resonance
though your gears have rusted.
perhaps you shall learn to love
The Mechanophile.
Some Insignificant Drabbles by catnipcutie, literature
Literature
Some Insignificant Drabbles
Claymore~
Switchblade’s voice resonates in your head. You turn to glare at her. She’s still focused on her test, eyes down at the paper. A smirk plays across her lips.
Turn around, Little Hero, wouldn’t want the old hag to think you’re cheating, would you?
You growl under your breath and keep working on the test.
C
B
A
C
C-
Claymore~!
You’re thinking too loudly, Little Hero, I’m getting all the answers.
Please do us both a favor and shut up, Kaa.
Claaaaaaaaymore, that’s not nice!
Shut up, Kaa.
What was the answer to number 23?
“For the love of the Handmaid, Kaa, shut the hell up!”
Teach them still to be ashamed,
to be fearful, yet shout these
Praises to the Name.
To bow their heads and shield their breasts,
to hide their face, let nothing be revealed.
Teach them freedom yet
teach them pain, let not
the pride new sins beget,
teach them the songs
of wind and rain, the world's order
shall not upset
Teach them submission,
teach them sedition,
teach them the art of proposition,
teach them to withstand every test,
but teach them still to hide their breasts.
I.
"Watch over him while I am gone-"
ECHO, allow such words to Resonate,
perhaps as prayer.
II.
Be brave, beloved, let music
sing in your bones, find that you,
O Child of Stars,
will be alright. Resonate.
The moon watches over us both.
III.
Halfway to forever, we are,/ O you forgotten child of stars.
We're still Alive, do you remember? Be ye Reverent.
Let the song of your soul//Resonate.
Gaudebimus, Decorus.
We will be joyous!
IV.
Child of Light, rise up! Music lives inside your heart-
that heart which is mine.
Awake!
•Amo, Adoro, Gaudeo•
We are loved by this broken world.
Like shattered glass on a s
I am the broken to their beautiful by catnipcutie, literature
Literature
I am the broken to their beautiful
Broken to your beautiful,
I am
Small and afraid and not quite
Sure how to deal with things that
Hurt.
It isn’t Love that hurts, but
Not being Loved.
Oh, but you,
You’re different.
You two who are filled with love to overflowing, showering me
With kisses and compliments, snuggles and smiles.
“Why me?”
And you smile and kiss my forehead,
And you smile and squeeze my hand.
It’s because, you say,
“It’s true.”
And I laugh because soft kisses
tickle on my nose,
and I smile because you hug me close,
And love, god,
I love,
because you wrap me in your arms and
tell me I am wonderful
Oh, pretty-loves
My Delphi learned to control her magic
When she was eight
(and I was nine.)
A late bloomer, perhaps.
She could only make small fires for
a long,
long
time.
But as she watched tongues of fire lick over my skin,
as she watched my body be consumed,
She learned
to control
the flames.
I learned to control my magic
When I was nine
(and she was eight.)
Little gods loose in a big city with
no money, no parents,
and no way to stay alive.
As Those Men drew nearer to her,
My Delphi,
As my beloved sister cried out in fear,
I learned
how
I know,
I'm sorry,
It doesn't make sense,
But you don't see like me
when you look at those men.
The masters had whips
and the white men have guns
My every instinct screams
Leave him!
Just run.
They're watching, watching,
oh, always, they're watching
Can you feel the eyes
on the back of your neck?
Back pressed to the wall and I'm trapped but
they're watching.
It's all in my heart,
this is all in my head.
Keep my eyes up and
they're all looking back
can't close my eyes for a minute, instead
I try to remind myself time after time that
It's all in my heart,
this is all in my head.
Their eyes flickerswish
back and forth and they're watching
I know you don't see it, but lovely, I do
Watching, watching
Those boys,
yes, they're watching
It's not what you think, I just want to protect you
They see when you kiss me,
They see every touch-
Their phones all have cameras,
A picture's enough
Their parents are racist,
Their friends homophobic
I know you can't feel it, but
I'm worried sick.
I can't do this now, but darling, I love you
This isn't your fault, it's so far above you
In each generation,
This fear has been brewing
It runs through my veins
Not in your wrongdoing
It's not what you t
I'm sorry, I just forgot-
Forgot like you forgot
they're still your daughters,
Forgot like you forgot
to be a good father.
Forgot like you forgot
children need feeding,
Forgot like I forget
to just keep breathing.
Forgot like you forgot
your wedding vows,
Forgot like I am
forgotten now,
Forgot like you forget
what I am made of,
Forgot as I shall
forget to love.
Sleep-Thoughts (In Medias Res) by catnipcutie, literature
Literature
Sleep-Thoughts (In Medias Res)
I. Regrets
You'll regret that tattoo when you're older,
her mother warned as she left that morning.
That's alright,
she replied,
dismissive.
I won't live long enough to regret it.
II. Freckle-Face
Freckle-face with eyes like stars and
Skin painted with them-
Dream of Life and Light,
It is more than I can give you.
=in medias res=
Broken child with paranoia
In your veins, watch over them,
Keep them safe.
It is the best you can do.
III. Me'Cha'No'Phi-li-a
your heart has become but machination,
he loves you still.
you learn resonance
though your gears have rusted.
perhaps you shall learn to love
The Mechanophile.
Some Insignificant Drabbles by catnipcutie, literature
Literature
Some Insignificant Drabbles
Claymore~
Switchblade’s voice resonates in your head. You turn to glare at her. She’s still focused on her test, eyes down at the paper. A smirk plays across her lips.
Turn around, Little Hero, wouldn’t want the old hag to think you’re cheating, would you?
You growl under your breath and keep working on the test.
C
B
A
C
C-
Claymore~!
You’re thinking too loudly, Little Hero, I’m getting all the answers.
Please do us both a favor and shut up, Kaa.
Claaaaaaaaymore, that’s not nice!
Shut up, Kaa.
What was the answer to number 23?
“For the love of the Handmaid, Kaa, shut the hell up!”
Teach them still to be ashamed,
to be fearful, yet shout these
Praises to the Name.
To bow their heads and shield their breasts,
to hide their face, let nothing be revealed.
Teach them freedom yet
teach them pain, let not
the pride new sins beget,
teach them the songs
of wind and rain, the world's order
shall not upset
Teach them submission,
teach them sedition,
teach them the art of proposition,
teach them to withstand every test,
but teach them still to hide their breasts.
I.
"Watch over him while I am gone-"
ECHO, allow such words to Resonate,
perhaps as prayer.
II.
Be brave, beloved, let music
sing in your bones, find that you,
O Child of Stars,
will be alright. Resonate.
The moon watches over us both.
III.
Halfway to forever, we are,/ O you forgotten child of stars.
We're still Alive, do you remember? Be ye Reverent.
Let the song of your soul//Resonate.
Gaudebimus, Decorus.
We will be joyous!
IV.
Child of Light, rise up! Music lives inside your heart-
that heart which is mine.
Awake!
•Amo, Adoro, Gaudeo•
We are loved by this broken world.
Like shattered glass on a s
I am the broken to their beautiful by catnipcutie, literature
Literature
I am the broken to their beautiful
Broken to your beautiful,
I am
Small and afraid and not quite
Sure how to deal with things that
Hurt.
It isn’t Love that hurts, but
Not being Loved.
Oh, but you,
You’re different.
You two who are filled with love to overflowing, showering me
With kisses and compliments, snuggles and smiles.
“Why me?”
And you smile and kiss my forehead,
And you smile and squeeze my hand.
It’s because, you say,
“It’s true.”
And I laugh because soft kisses
tickle on my nose,
and I smile because you hug me close,
And love, god,
I love,
because you wrap me in your arms and
tell me I am wonderful
Oh, pretty-loves
Hello! I'm catnipcutie, but you can call me Mithra or Nepeta if you want! I write poems and short stories ^u^ my pronouns are they/them or he/him if you don't mind
my profile picture is drawn by the wonderful Pessaah she is great my icon is made by disqette
I'm on tumblr too yes gaudebimus.tumblr.com
Favourite Movies
Secret of Kells, Inside Out
Favourite TV Shows
Parks and Recreation, YuGiOh, One Punch Man
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Panic! at the Disco, Fall Out Boy, GUMI, Big Bang
Favourite Books
Harry Potter, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, My Name is Mina, Brave New World
Howdy! I know I haven't been active in Forever, I'm so sorry ^^; This will probably be the last activity on this account, but I made a new one so I can start fresh, I'm trying to write more again! so now I'm @gaudebimus u_u much love!
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Name: Mithra
Star Sign: Aries
Average Hours of Sleep: 8-ish hours?
Lucky Number(s): 37. Not sure why ^^;
Last Thing Googled: periodic table quizlet
Favorite Fictional Character(s): Oh jesus so many!! All of my own, of course, I love all my muses. Outside of my characters? Tomoyo Daidouji from CCS
Current Attire: A hoodie, a t-shirt, and jeans. All year long i s2g
When Did You Start This Account?: Oct. 15, 2015
Number of Watchers: 24
What Do You Post?: Well if I were to actually be here, I'd post poetry and a few drawings ^^; sorry guy
You are an extremely talented poet Nepeta! I now feel I have many great poems necessitating a good read! Many thanks for sharing with us! Keep up the superb work!