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The rabbit and the toaster by Catali7, literature

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The rabbit and the toaster

Hurry Hurry, before it's too late, the rabbit screamed to the blue china plate. The wolf is coming, Closer, Closer, the rabbit shrieked to the unmoving toaster. You must flee before the noon! The rabbit whispered to the spoons. Why don't you run? Why don't you flee? The toaster asked the rabbit cheekily. Those wolves you speak of want YOUR meat, And yet you remain, foolhardy, in your seat! Why don't your run? Why don't you flee? Those wolves, after all, are NOT after me... Hurry, hurry before the clock strikes eight, Ooops, they're here, you're FAR too late. Will you back into a corner? Will you find the strength to fly? Or wil

The resistant strain. by Catali7, literature

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The resistant strain.

This resistance, this repression, this defeat, This hoplessness, this constriction, this pain, This deathly sickness that will never retreat From a soul that used to be sane. I cannot feel my fingers, the delectable numbness sets in I pray silently for the feelings to fade away As the death of my last hope shrieks and creates this din I cannot feel the world today The world that let me drown in this Has no claim upon my sympathy. This lack of feeling some would call remiss And I laugh, and stare on the world that was never there for me, bleakly. There's many people who would call me unfeeling And would watch me in anger when n

Groundhog day by Catali7, literature

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Groundhog day

Repeat, redo, reruns, repeat My life is an endless series of defeats. Repeat, redo, rerun, repeat, The diminishing sound of my heart, beats. Repeat, redo, reruns, repeat, My life is a continuing stanza of deceit. Repeat, redo, rerun, repeat, The sickening sound of my hearts swift retreat. Repeat, redo, reruns, repeat, My world is surrounded by those people's conceit. Repeat, redo, rerun, repeat, I can stand tall no longer, for I am browbeat. Repeat, redo, reruns, repeat, I can feel my consciousness' escape by bystreet. Repeat, redo, rerun, repeat, Preparations for my useless death are complete. Repeat, redo, reruns, repeat,

Emotional immunity. by Catali7, literature

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Emotional immunity.

This is the sum of my existence. Misery, depression, and defeat. Why is there ever resistance Against those who cannot be beat? Why do we cling to hope, That false, four lettered word? Why do we avoid, and never cope? Why asking that question's absurd! The things we do have reasons, Some we cannot explain. Like explaining the intemperate seasons, Or trying to explain away pain. The only constant in this existence, Is the inevitable pain we will feel. We plead and shriek for assistance So we will be able to deal. They do not heed the destruction, Their mindless infliction of hate. They laugh at the abduction Of our imaginary

Atonement. by Catali7, literature

Flown away. by Catali7, literature

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Flown away.

Having flown away, away, You know I miss you everyday. Your spirit shone with driving force, Though your life has ended its' unbloomed course. Ending your life the way she did, Was like closing a half full jar with a too small lid! It wasn't your time, it wasn't your year! I wasn't ready to lose you, dear! Having flown away, away, My life is not the same today. You were my hope, you were my light, Now my life is constant night.

Use it well. by Catali7, literature

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Use it well.

Ghostly images swim hauntingly in my mind, The views of the ocean, the cliffs, the gulls. Tides swirling over one area as if trying to find, A rest, a stop, a period of nothingness, a lull In the continuous motion that makes up everyday. That peace and calm that eludes our grasp For which we do not fight hard enough, and we will pay. Wizened fingers yearning for that sure clasp Upon the time they've let go beyond their nearsighted reach, They struggle to understand what they've neglected to see, Their heads pointed towards the sky as they beseech, The one who has misled them and taught them to be, Something unnatural and distant,

Part one politics by Catali7, literature

Victim like me. by Catali7, literature

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Victim like me.

This anger I try to conceal, Is most apparent this day, The day of my appeal, I hope to get away. The murder of a weakling, The homicidal unit breaks in, This horror I am wreaking On those scared of "sin." Yet I see it everyday, The victims of some odd crime, But you'll never see THEM pay, Or be forced to serve the time. Those who "fight" the man, Are the ones who are the most weak. I don't know if I can Be the one who DOESN'T seek To help those others like me, The ones who have no say. The ones who aren't seen, The one's who'll never have their day.

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The rabbit and the toaster by Catali7, literature

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The resistant strain. by Catali7, literature

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The resistant strain.

Groundhog day by Catali7, literature

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Groundhog day

Emotional immunity. by Catali7, literature

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Emotional immunity.

Atonement. by Catali7, literature

Flown away. by Catali7, literature

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Flown away.

Use it well. by Catali7, literature

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Use it well.

Part one politics by Catali7, literature

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Bloody Token by alical, literature

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Bloody Token

My body shivers as my life's blood drains, These wounds so deep throb in time with my pain. The memories of this betrayal in my mind tear, Against these misconceptions, deceit you do wear. This blade seeps cold into my brittle bones, As my glazed eyes stare at the vivid red tones, Of my life bleeding out of this hollow shell, That once did contain all of the tortures of hell. Your words, so sickly sweet, echo in my heart, Now so blackened and bitter, so far apart, From what happiness it once did contain, Now I look upon your face will ill disguised distain. My limbs are heavy as my heart labors on, I await the moment when I will

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Obligations- by Catali7, literature

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Obligations-

*********CATALI7 COPYRIGHT 2009***************** Living a life with nothing to keep, Is like staying awake without any sleep. Saying goodbye is a never ending fight, Like reaching for a switch to a nonexistent light. Releasing your emotions without any cause, Is like shrieking and shrieking without any pause. Why did you leave me here all alone? For no excuse will be enough to condone, The behaviors you exhibit, day after day, Don't I matter? Don't I get a say? Allowing this anger to steal your control, Is consuming, consuming, consuming your soul. What, if anything, will be left of the face, That you're obliged to present to th

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Deviant for 14 years
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One of my favorite poems ever!

****Disclaimer***************
***This is NOT MY work !!!!!
This poem was authored by Dorothy Parker

Frustration:

If I had a shiny gun,
I could have a world of fun
Speeding bullets through the brains
Of the folk who give me pains;

Or had I some poison gas,
I could make the moments pass
Bumping off a number of
People whom I do not love.

But I have no lethal weapon-
Thus does Fate our pleasure step on!
So they still are quick and well
Who should be, by rights, in hell.

Dorothy Parker

Current Residence: California
Favourite genre of music: punk rock, rock, soft rock. emo
Favourite photographer: My friend Alex and my friend Jamie!
Favourite style of art: I love idealistic.
MP3 player of choice: ipod.
Favourite cartoon character: Invader Zim
Personal Quote: "Rage, rage against the dying of the light!"

Favourite Visual Artist

So many of these too... umm I guess Praxiteles

Favourite Movies

Many. Chocolat, Sabrina, labrynth, gilmore girls, His girl friday,bringingupbaby, harrypotters,more

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

So so many... right now apocalyptica, safetysuit, and goo goo dolls, my chemical romance, parachute,

Favourite Writers

Again, too many. Love, dorothy parker, edna st.vincent millay, oscar wilde, tamora pierce, proust

Tools of the Trade

my caligraphy pen, my poetry book, myself obviously, and my muse.

Other Interests

Reading allof the classic books, writing poetry, riding dirtbikes, learning new things.

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Catali7

Oct 13, 2009

This poem is by DOROTHY PARKER. NOT me.

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This is a poem by DOROTHY PARKER. Not me. Interior:  Her mind lives in a quiet room, A narrow room, and tall, With pretty lamps to quench the gloom And mottoes on the wall. There all the things are waxen neat And set in decorous lines; And there are posies, round and sweet, And little, straightened vines. Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing in the rain. Dorothy Parker

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Catali7

Sep 14, 2009

Blocked.

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My creative muse has deserted me in my time of greatest need. I cannot seem to focus enough to write right now. I'm hoping it will break soon.

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Catali7

Jul 21, 2009

Dum dide dum dum...

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One of my favorite poems. THIS WORK IS NOT MINE! THIS POEM'S AUTHOR IS W.E. HENLEY. All credit should go to him... although he's dead. "The past it was goodly once, and yet, when all is said, The best of it we know is that it's done and dead. Dwindled and faded quite perished beyond recall, Nothing is left at last of what one time was all. Coming back like a ghost, staring and lingering on, Never a word it speaks but proves it's dead and gone. Duty and work and joy-these things it cannot give; And the present is life, and life is good to live. Let it lie where it fell, far from the living sun, The past that, goodly once, is gone and

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ty for the fave!

Thanks very much for the fav and especially for the comment. I always really appreciate it when anyone takes the time to leave one.

Catali7

Jul 12, 2009

No trouble at all, really. I enjoy that as well. I mean, comments really help me figure out what the general public feels about my poetry. Thanks for replying and I loved your piece!

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May 18, 2009

Thank you so much for the fave!

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