Pubert

Considering your own hair colour, I assume this is just some bullshit you made up to help cope with your own gender insecurities

Clearly a boy cat

If it were but a beast
A monster to be slain
A hopeless fight at least
Would comfort, though in vain

Instead it's my own wit
Besieged by thoughts that swarm
To slip in endless pit
Caught by this mental storm

Security:

A place I know is mine
Soft cushioned for retreat
Where I can self enshrine
Until refresh complete

This sanctuary changed
As my mind developed
Now finding myself drained
When by dark enveloped

Tinker:

Adjust to a fine tune
Locate mistakes to prune
Forever to repeat
Yet still I strive this feat

Hydra of error found
A web of fixes wound
Too much going on here
Function become unclear

Inertia left uncapped
Cycle of Ego trapped
Effort I must sustain
Tinkering I remain

I like this one

Nah you're not fooling me again this year, you had your birthday decade's ago

Gliding Wings:

Force being split across paired work
For an increasing displacement

Force finding its balance with mass
For measured acceleration

Force of gravity brings all mass
For normality returned

Obstinately disregarding offered advice
Desperate for care of my outbound influence
Only to spiral in increasing loneliness
Leading to the cessation of all that matters

Museum:

Looking around realising I'm a relic
Dreading my certain inbound irrelevancy
Familiarity descending ever more
Manifesting a renewal of interest

Rescue:

I feel my gait weaken and shake
Running desperate for a break
Wishing salvation from this ache

Wondering what's behind my stride
The memory of it all dried
Knowing only my lead isn't wide

It's clear I have to turn and fight
Resist the unknown with my might
Yet still I move on in my fright

Errand:

Running around my brain amuck
Chasing items surely long gone
Hoping I arrive there in luck
Only to find all have been drawn

Barely avoiding whelming stress
An issue substitution solved
A mission declared a success
Thanks to quick thinking that absolved

🔥

Bees:

Buzzing busy bodies
Honing honey hobbies
Preying perfect poppies
Creating clone copies

Siblings:

Born into all these unique relations
Inundated with debts never repaid
Trapped within unfulfilled obligations
Somehow not leading to love decayed

Present:

Receiving something I never asked for
Always fearing I wont like it enough
Supposing that doesn't matter anymore
Disappointment I'll just hide with a bluff

Could it be the greetings,
Wishing you merry full of cheer?
Or family meetings,
Uncles gone rogue on too much beer?

Which exactly does not matter,
We could check the signing.
But it's clear with all the chatter,
Christmas joy is shining.

Signs:

Do you feel it?
An energy that's all about
A buzz we share,
Even those who aren't devout

Is it the twinkling light,
Decorating any shelter?
Or a sun at full height,
Leaving everything aswelter?

Flower:

You're a perfect prize of life, that I'll be taking
Watching your petals slowly fall, you'll be aching

Growing unrestricted prior to the slaughter
Turned dependent on me refreshing your water

Brightening my life, certainly worth the killing
Slowly decaying, at least I found you thrilling

Onion:

Oh how you are but a chanson
Yet you fill my heart full of glee
Though all you sing of is l'oignon
You still give me strength not to flee

Pen:

Avoiding a tool with which I struggle
Fearing the words are totally vapid
Worried nothing I write will be subtle
Feelings I'm not sure can be combated

Rose thorns scratching away at your defense
Roots worming and rotting their way through gaps
Boundaries bastardised in my offense
Nothing left to do except move perhaps?

Fence:

A barrier you raised that we now share
Only seeing one side of each picket
The image of which is left in my care
Would it not be nicer with a thicket?

Game:

Stuck in a game that just won't end
Waiting patiently to fullsend

A moment judged to be preferable
My mistake, this game's irreparable

Safe:

Hidden away it's the ultimate threat
In a safe whose key I wish to forget

Have I locked it away for none to find
Or made a new prison in my own mind

Crunch:

Crunch crunch crunch
Dead fall underfoot giving way
Siblings marching their way to play

Crunch crunch crunch
Looking out for snakes and critters
Storming though bush without jitters

Crunch crunch crunch
From pond to mound, cubbies abound
In the bush we found, joy profound

Please sir, may I give it a stir

Penguin:

It was you I viewed, needing pain subdued

So interesting your domain, to my child brain

Watching you waddle, dressed as a model

Thank you for that night, you helped me though my plight

Pride:

Seeing it's in our pride how we compare
It's an ego untamed of which we share

Think of hitting the mirror I'm infront
I would rather clean the blood than confront

Struggling with discarding or rebuilding
Landing on blaming and abdicating

Bro are those caps? crazy