Lay Claim [10. 8. 24]

there will never be a lucille. [20. 1. 24.]

the heart of she continues to beat,

but she is dead.

the pupils of she keep on intaking,

but she provides no output.

the limbs, the blood, the grace.

the reputation, the responsibility, the face.

the sins that flood the grave.

she needs help,

she'll never be able to obtain.

she is gorgeous,

she's glamour.

she tries not to think yet,

her mind is clamoured.

she's gorgeous,

she is glamour.

she's staring death in the face and

send off bouquets stare right back at her.

a stare so comforting,

so sweet.

her feet gently pushed the chair to the side.

her body flies; so eager for death to meet.

the road was hard.

her soul, now fed.

the heart of she used to continue to beat,

but now she is dead.

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display [29. 4. 24]

i wish the people around saw the beauty of my soul.

i can understand how they may gaze over it and not realize how elated they could be to see it.

it is only not purely a classic, dolly beauty i possess.

it's a beauty only for the fatigued, harrowed eye-

for they are the only souls who can appreciate it's entirety entirely.

it's a beauty similar to no thing but,

to describe a close match;

it can be grouped together with the beauty of

black cygnets, bloody, and covered in clots.

unharmed,

not hurt.

for my visions are hazy and blurry.

forevermore covered in dots.

perhaps it is good that many ignore.

no threats to me,

less of the foul souls score.

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FROTH [15. 7. 24.]

[after the "loss" of a shoddy "friend"]

rot, inexplainable rot.

froth, unforgettable froth.

loss, an unfortunate loss.

or is it fortunate?

it's early to determine.

now, i don't feel as if i have lost a single thing.

yet, as of now, i do feel a bit empty.

more room left in my life,

more room for the scar tissues.

more room for building up

and becoming more.

after the wound is cleaned with hydrogen peroxide,

germs are harshly ripped and stripped for it.

froth, stinging froth,

froth, singing froth.

froth, froth, FROTH!

if wishing on a star won't grant me friends,

perhaps nothing will.

and just because i lack companions,

does not means i never lack having time to kill.

loss, silencing loss.

loss, violently loss.

loss, loss, Loss!

but i must occupy my life,

i must occupy my time...

with useful things.

i must occupy mine.

i aspire to not

rot, rot, rot.

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cattille's catalogue ['25]

please note that all of my work is under the copyright license of "all rights reserved" [©] ; this prohibits anyone from using, modifying or "continuing" my work without my written consent.

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verselets

recueil de poèmes

'demolish'

published: friday, 23. 5. 25.

'spun out'

published: sunday, 1. 6. 25.

yarns

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miscellaneous

-

annonces

vote

announced: friday, 30. 5. 25.

vote results

announced: sunday, 15. 6. 25.

everlast [1. 7. 24.]

i finally went to a park, getting fresh air outside of my lawn.

days without a sole companion,

days seem that they never end,

sun details the darkness.

bugs, they seem as if they're my only ever friends

rises the moon.

other girls had all their fun, all their men.

over them, they do swoon.

but as for me, i am all alone.

my only company is sun, stars and moon.

silence details my darkness,

rotting alone in a finally clean room.

rises the moon.

something's left within a soul,

yearning,

longing,

with no hope.

rises the moon.

longing for a bezzie.

yearning for some sort of paisan.

i've subsist for far too long.

how did i possibly go on?

i did because i've no hope

and there's nothing else to do but cope.

so i stay up late and sleep all day, then rise in the noon.

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hey my alstroemeriaceae! cattille here! am sorry to a great extent that i withdrew for months, i kind of went through the longest bout of moroseness of my entire life <3.

want to make it up to all of you lovelies, new poem series? yay or nay? (vote, i sincerely beg of you)

cattille's core catalogue ['24 - '25]

cattille's catalogue ['24] : lieux, personnes et actions

cattille's catalogue ['25] : pays de rêve

cattille's catalogue ['24]

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verselets

recueil de poèmes

'citadelle'

published: thursday, 25. 1. 24.

'ratgirl'

published: tuesday, 27. 2. 24

'everlast'

published: thursday, 4. 7. 24.

'lay claim'

published: saturday, 10. 8. 24.

'display'

published: friday, 23. 8. 24.

'latch'

published: thursday, 26. 9. 24.

'FROTH'

published: thursday, 20. 12. 24.

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'lucille' series [18. 1. 24. - 20. 1. 24.]

'there is no lucille'

published: thursday, 18. 1. 24.

'there was never a lucille'

published: friday, 19. 1. 24.

'there will never be a lucille'

published: saturday, 20. 1. 24.

yarns

miscellaneous

'fischer's girls, fischer's girl'

published: saturday, 1. 6. 24.

description: she is a poem but not quite a poem, you know? a mix between that and a personal diary entry. whatever she is, it just didn't feel right to place her in that section because i knew she could be more. she could be a star, but most importantly, she could scould stand alone. and that's exactly what she's doing in the miscellaneous section.

annonces

(the) differences of the liquid sun¹

announced: thurs, 11. 4. 24.

latch [2. 3. 24]

oh,

i want him so badly.

oh,

i want somebody oh, so badly.

i don't want to lack in his love.

i want to latch onto him and

i want him to love it.

to love me.

i want him,

i need him.

i need somebody.

i need somebody who sees me as perfect.

if they do, to them i will do the same.

i want to be loved-

for the first and final time.

please oh, please i want just a single man.

no more than one, i want love.

i want true love.

i need it.

i need him to obsessed with.

i need him to need me to be obsessed with.

i need him,

this perfect, non-existent him...

i need this.

i need love.

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spun out [28. 12. 24.]

to drive,

to die,

it's all the same.

my mind,

my heart,

brittle bones and face.

killing yourself for perfection is a way to live.

dying because you cannot achieve it is also a way to wear your skin.

it's nothing.

it's nothing at all.

relish it and watch them fucking fall.

to drive,

to die,

it's all the same.

my mind,

my heart,

brittle bones and face.

i'll drive,

i'll die,

it's all the same.

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