Submissions by Psycho_Lullaby (Kat Claws)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Well, I'm Kat, and I like to write poetry on a variety of topics, so I would hope you like them. I encourage honest critisism to help me better my writing. Thank you all for taking the time to read my poems. Have a good day.
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Nov 2021 12:07pm
27th Nov 2021 12:07pm
Tis For My BBBoi
There's so much that I could say
But there's certainly not enough space
Or enough time in the world
To express every single word
I guess it goes without mentioning
That I'm down for adventuring
And exploring things that you keep close,
The things you don't want exposed
Fighting to keep it hidden
The foundation of your beginning
Because it's so painful to see
The misguided soul you used to be
The mistakes that you made
Were your lessons along the way
And you can't fix all that's wrong
Because...
But there's certainly not enough space
Or enough time in the world
To express every single word
I guess it goes without mentioning
That I'm down for adventuring
And exploring things that you keep close,
The things you don't want exposed
Fighting to keep it hidden
The foundation of your beginning
Because it's so painful to see
The misguided soul you used to be
The mistakes that you made
Were your lessons along the way
And you can't fix all that's wrong
Because...
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Nov 2021 7:47am
13th Nov 2021 7:47am
Oh, me?
Oh, me?
I'm just sad,
Just mad,
And to be honest, weirdly glad?
Life isn't what it seems,
To be frank, it's pretty mean.
It's oddly out of place,
But to be real, it keeps a happy face.
Surprises, one after another.
Unexpected, but oh brother.
A bunch of feelings, deeply felt
And dude, I need fuckin help.
This thing, I'm not used to feeling,
But somehow I'm still breathing.
Protective over my feelings at best,
But still hurting, nonetheless.
My god, what the fuck?
How...
I'm just sad,
Just mad,
And to be honest, weirdly glad?
Life isn't what it seems,
To be frank, it's pretty mean.
It's oddly out of place,
But to be real, it keeps a happy face.
Surprises, one after another.
Unexpected, but oh brother.
A bunch of feelings, deeply felt
And dude, I need fuckin help.
This thing, I'm not used to feeling,
But somehow I'm still breathing.
Protective over my feelings at best,
But still hurting, nonetheless.
My god, what the fuck?
How...
#love
284 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Jan 2019 00:27am
28th Jan 2019 00:27am
6:26PM
Nothing.
Nothing I am thinking can be put into art anymore.
It's officially taken over.
Emptiness...
Blankness...
Darkness settles in...
That's it, this is the end.
Nothing I am thinking can be put into art anymore.
It's officially taken over.
Emptiness...
Blankness...
Darkness settles in...
That's it, this is the end.
#depression
432 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2018 7:00am
3rd Dec 2018 7:00am
It's Not Me, I Promise.
Truthfully,
I could go on
for days
about how much
you don't know about me
or anything to do with me
but you would just tell me,
about how much you don't care,
or even so,
how much you just wish I would change.
Nope.
I could go on
for days
about how much
you don't know about me
or anything to do with me
but you would just tell me,
about how much you don't care,
or even so,
how much you just wish I would change.
Nope.
#FreeVerse
397 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Aug 2016 9:14am
15th Aug 2016 9:14am
Holy Slaves.
None of you can see
That the gov'nt has control on thee
By threats of torture and pain
For all those who disobey
Higher powers you are forced to believe
If not then you're burned for blasphemy
A sick, twisted game they play
With the minds of the well-behaved
Good intentions were not a thing
When they began the brainwashing
Those who dare speak with reason
Are tormented publicly for treason
Causing fear to gain control
It's their one and only goal
Kill for this and that
It doesn't matter...
That the gov'nt has control on thee
By threats of torture and pain
For all those who disobey
Higher powers you are forced to believe
If not then you're burned for blasphemy
A sick, twisted game they play
With the minds of the well-behaved
Good intentions were not a thing
When they began the brainwashing
Those who dare speak with reason
Are tormented publicly for treason
Causing fear to gain control
It's their one and only goal
Kill for this and that
It doesn't matter...
781 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Dec 2015 7:12am
17th Dec 2015 7:12am
Tis Be the Winter Season.
Tis be the Winter Season,
Cold, depressing and lonely at best.
People are dying, and I'm tired of trying,
I just hope I can get some rest.
Late nights and puffy eyes,
How can anything be worse?
Ah, it's freezing out, and I'm also sick,
This is how it gets worse.
Overly emotional with a side of anxiety,
Depressive and suicidal thoughts as a topping,
Wow, what a wonderful desert for death,
My only worry is when this will be stopping.
Cold, rainy, windy, and nature's dying,
What's the point in living this life?
Happy...
Cold, depressing and lonely at best.
People are dying, and I'm tired of trying,
I just hope I can get some rest.
Late nights and puffy eyes,
How can anything be worse?
Ah, it's freezing out, and I'm also sick,
This is how it gets worse.
Overly emotional with a side of anxiety,
Depressive and suicidal thoughts as a topping,
Wow, what a wonderful desert for death,
My only worry is when this will be stopping.
Cold, rainy, windy, and nature's dying,
What's the point in living this life?
Happy...
673 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Dec 2015 8:23am
6th Dec 2015 8:23am
Pathetic But Poetic
I kinda want to snort cocaine,
Kinda want to smoke meth,
Also kind of want to die,
But I think that's just fine.
I think I'm a piece of shit,
Who has nothing in store,
But that's just fine,
For I'll just be a fucking whore.
Not really, I'm just kidding.
Actually, I'm not even sure.
But that's fine, right?
Yeah, I don't fucking know.
Funny thing is,
I'm fucking pathetic.
But all that matters is
That I make make it poetic.
Kinda want to smoke meth,
Also kind of want to die,
But I think that's just fine.
I think I'm a piece of shit,
Who has nothing in store,
But that's just fine,
For I'll just be a fucking whore.
Not really, I'm just kidding.
Actually, I'm not even sure.
But that's fine, right?
Yeah, I don't fucking know.
Funny thing is,
I'm fucking pathetic.
But all that matters is
That I make make it poetic.
729 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Sep 2015 7:20pm
6th Sep 2015 7:20pm
You.
I hate this feeling.
I really hate this feeling of nothingness.
I wish there was something there, but there isn't.
He took my feelings and smashed them.
He smashed them until they were too small to reassemble.
God, I hate him, but I don't.
I hate what he does to me.
I hate how he makes me feel.
I hate this "control" for say, that he has over me,
But I might be over thinking it, and I don't know.
It's something that makes me take him back every time.
It's something that kills me inside when I see him with another girl. ...
I really hate this feeling of nothingness.
I wish there was something there, but there isn't.
He took my feelings and smashed them.
He smashed them until they were too small to reassemble.
God, I hate him, but I don't.
I hate what he does to me.
I hate how he makes me feel.
I hate this "control" for say, that he has over me,
But I might be over thinking it, and I don't know.
It's something that makes me take him back every time.
It's something that kills me inside when I see him with another girl. ...
771 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Jun 2015 8:33am
21st Jun 2015 8:33am
Chelsea Smile.
Do you see my pretty smile,
Smiling from ear to ear?
Must mean I'm extremely happy,
Or does it really, dear?
A permanent smile to go with lies,
The blood rushes down my face.
Now no one can tell if I'm sad
Because of this smile I cannot erase.
My smile will someday fade,
But will never be completely gone.
For the scars will still remain,
And this happy charade will live on.
Smiling from ear to ear?
Must mean I'm extremely happy,
Or does it really, dear?
A permanent smile to go with lies,
The blood rushes down my face.
Now no one can tell if I'm sad
Because of this smile I cannot erase.
My smile will someday fade,
But will never be completely gone.
For the scars will still remain,
And this happy charade will live on.
732 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jun 2015 10:21pm
15th Jun 2015 10:21pm
Greed.
It's human nature to want;
It's human nature to need,
But a thing I cannot seem to get,
Is how a person can be so full of greed.
I find it ridiculous how the world evolved:
From "Love makes the world go 'round,"
To money taking love's place.
Humanity is doomed to fall to the ground.
It's pitiful how people can't enjoy small things,
More pitiful that they're tearing it down.
"I'm a simple person," they say,
As their love for possessions cause destruction of small towns.
Greed is killing nature's life and destroying...
It's human nature to need,
But a thing I cannot seem to get,
Is how a person can be so full of greed.
I find it ridiculous how the world evolved:
From "Love makes the world go 'round,"
To money taking love's place.
Humanity is doomed to fall to the ground.
It's pitiful how people can't enjoy small things,
More pitiful that they're tearing it down.
"I'm a simple person," they say,
As their love for possessions cause destruction of small towns.
Greed is killing nature's life and destroying...
755 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jan 2015 5:05pm
24th Jan 2015 5:05pm
A Lesson in Life.
How does it feel every morning
When all you wake up to is pure regret?
Wanting to take your life,
Or live it with plenty fret?
A life when there are no feelings,
Is a life that is not well lived.
But living your life with regret,
Is surely one that must be rid.
You have to be happy
Even when the skies are grey.
Just fake a smile if you have to,
And be on your way.
People want to see you down,
They want to push you,
Just far beyond a frown
So just do what you have to.
Keep that smile up;
No matter the...
When all you wake up to is pure regret?
Wanting to take your life,
Or live it with plenty fret?
A life when there are no feelings,
Is a life that is not well lived.
But living your life with regret,
Is surely one that must be rid.
You have to be happy
Even when the skies are grey.
Just fake a smile if you have to,
And be on your way.
People want to see you down,
They want to push you,
Just far beyond a frown
So just do what you have to.
Keep that smile up;
No matter the...
802 reads
2 Comments
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