#cat writes poetry

[cleverthylacine]

Watching My Daughter Climb Trees In The Oxygen Farm (Ravage's Poetry)

I am watching Viridian climbing a tree In the oxygen farm. Soon she will be too big For the stems of these great terrestrial trees (terrestrial trees in a space-bound terrarium where the climate won’t get any better but at least won’t get worse;  this is not sanctuary only for us and our own) And I will still be glad she survived.

When I was the age she is now There were stronger trees living on Cybertron But I didn’t dare run in those forests Or climb on those trees. There were hunters out there And they made a sport out of murdering people like us.

You can ask me again and again why she is alive And I am alive And billions of people whose worlds I once trod on are not. I will not have an answer that satisfies you. Not now, not once, not ever. I will not have an answer that satisfies me.

I did not climb trees in a world that invented atrocities Long before these trees we keep alive out here in space evolved. In the hope of undoing atrocities We invented a whole lot of new ones. Do I deserve to live?

How can I answer that? Life is not a prize for the deserving. It appears wherever it will Sometimes completely unwanted and scorned And it only wants to survive.

I can say that I regret the deaths of others And mean that I regret my part in them The world has never been fair or just And justice is something we usually find accidentally Too often we’re angry and focused on punishing those who oppressed us And somehow forget to restore the oppressed Or to recognise the oppressed in the faces of people who evolved somewhere else.

I don’t regret my own survival I can’t tell you I’m sorry I lived because someone else died.

I can only lie on my spark-mate’s chest as he frets about elephants Even when nobody’s shooting them The people who run their planet are killing it slowly. They're not so different from us after all.

I can only sit here and watch my daughter climb trees At an age when I couldn’t have dreamed of it And be glad that I, and she, and the trees are alive.

--Ravage Stanixa Sanctuary Station 2024

[dontpetmeibite]

no matter what the voices they've inscribed into your processors say no matter what it says on the signs or the feeds or the pages of the Great Cybertronian Taxonomy

there is no wrong way to be alive

[patroclusplaylist]

warm autumn slumber //pinterest

[zuzu-draws]

Just a pair of friendly sorcerers out on a stroll~

[soul-from-another-era]

[bebx]

Taylor Swift is right when she says karma is a cat

[trinakeepstrying]

ig: @trinakeepstrying “you’ve always been more of a dog person” by trina das

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

I am aware that no wants to read a web weaving on cats , but a friend of mine got a new cat and i am so jealous of her cause i dont have any 😭❤️‍🩹

[yujeong]

The cat is real. The cat is a ghost. The cat is a metaphor for your loss, your grief, your powerlessness. The cat exists, and yet it doesn't. The cat is there to remind you that nothing can change. The cat is the reason you'll take matters into your own hands. The cat is a bad omen. The cat is your revenge. The cat is a projection of your worst thoughts. The cat is proof you're capable of love. The cat is a distraction. The cat is your goal. The cat is alive. The cat is dead.

[thatsbelievable]

[cleverthylacine]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Ravage (Transformers) Additional Tags: Primax 1020.27 Iota, Non-narrative Transformers Works, Decepticon Culture (Transformers) Series: Part 12 of All Hail Ravage Summary: A meditation on the problem of the master's tools.

Author’s Note: This is one of Ravage’s poems. She wrote it sometime during Designs and Persuasions, but I never found the right place to put it. In case you haven’t guessed, it’s about Sanctuary, and Concordian revolutionary praxis. And also, parenting, a little bit.

[dontpetmeibite]

there are some things you have to be cat to be best at cat things purring sleeping in weird positions knocking offensive objects away hunting petrorabbits

being cat is good when other people are not stupid about it

being cat is fun climbing trees and hiding and pouncing it is highly recommended

cat is a good state of being and so is girl i am cat and i am girl and i am Protector of Destron

these things make me happy

[thisiwilldecidelater]

I always wondered,

How writer's block can be real?

How can someone who used to write,

Just lose their inspiration?

Until the day I lost you forever.

After that I've passed a month and 12 days

feeling numb, devoid of any clue.

What's the point in feeling anything,

if I can't express it to you?

Do you still look at the place,

where I used to wait,

for you to come and spare a glance at me,

or you just simply walk away?

All those hopes I had for us

shattered when I saw you the last time

since goodbyes are supposed to be the hardest,

But what I cried over

and can't forget

was your smile when we parted.

You smiled and looked back at me

not because you were in love

but you knew I was.

And now, all I feel is pain,

with each passing day,

your memories are fading slowly

and all my emotions are just slipping away.

-a self-declared poet.

[captain-k8kat]

You cannot convince me that diluc doesn't write poetry, or at least keeps a diary. He is so dramatic, have you heard how this man talks? He's a poet in private and it's a secret he'll (try to) keep to his grave.

[diana-andraste]

Cover art for Ficciones (Fictions), Jorge Luis Borges, c. 1940s-50s

To a cat

Mirrors are not more wrapt in silences nor the arriving dawn more secretive; you, in the moonlight, are that panther figure which we can only spy at from a distance. By the mysterious functioning of some divine decree, we seek you out in vain; remoter than the Ganges or the sunset, yours is the solitude, yours is the secret. Your back allows the tentative caress my hand extends. And you have condescended since that forever, now oblivion, to take love from a flattering human hand. You live in other time, lord of your realm — a world as closed and separate as dream.

Jorge Luis Borges, trans Alastair Reid, 1977

A Un Gato

No son más silenciosos los espejos ni más furtiva el alba aventurera; eres, bajo la luna, esa pantera que nos es dado divisar de lejos. Por obra indescifrable de un decreto divino, te buscamos vanamente; más remoto que el Ganges y el poniente, tuya es la soledad, tuyo el secreto. Tu lomo condesciende a la morosa caricia de mi mano. Has admitido, desde esa eternidad que ya es olvido, el amor de la mano recelosa. En otro tiempo estás. Eres el dueño de un ámbito cerrado como un sueño.

Jorge Luis Borges

[catinasink]

Song-Resembling Thing

maybe I'm misinterpreting things again

oh maybe I am

maybe I'm tryna make something outa nothing

oh maybe I am

yeah maybe I am

i think there might be something wrong

inside

I think there might be something wrong

with my mind

something mighta done it

something mighta pushed me over the edge

but I don't know what real or what's fake

all I know's this could be another big mistake

yeah okay

maybe I'm just another love drunk fool

oh maybe I am

maybe I've deluded myself, am I lovable?

oh maybe I am

yeah maybe I am

i think there might be something wrong

inside

i think there might be something wrong

with my mind

something mighta done it

something mighta pushed me over the edge

but I don't know whats real or whats fake

all I know is that this could be another big mistake

your dark red hair, your brown eyes

somehow they remind me of

her blonde hair, her blue eyes

somehow they remind me of

her black hair, her dark eyes

somehow they remind me of

her dark hair, her dark eyes

yeah somehow they remind me of

somehow they remind me of you

i think there might be something wrong

inside

i think there might be something wrong

with my mind

something mighta done it

something mighta pushed me over the edge

but I dont know whats real or whats fake

all I know is that this could be another big mistake

maybe

just maybe

it's not me it's you

maybe

just maybe

I can't help but love you

maybe

just maybe

it's not me it's you

maybe

just maybe

I just can't lose you