Poems and writings

What do I write about?

Mostly poems about my nonhuman life! Things like nature, humanity, instincts, and more! They may look like vents, because most of them they are.

Poems

September 21, 2024

Flying and feeling the air behind your wings, your ears. Dipping into the unknown without knowing if you're going to be able to rise yourself again. Hearing the roar of the wing in your heart. Being free, finally and forever, just how you were meant to be all along. Appearing through the mist as a shadow in the middle of the night. Howling of laughter, of life, of joy. Flying and feeling that you are truly you

September 21, 2024

Oh, to be in the forest

Oh, to climb on trees

Oh, just to be

Oh, to be

September 26, 2024

You're going to run

Oh, the nature calls...

You're gonna run

But oh, when the winds calls

You gotta run

October 4, 2024

Being a therian is beautiful sometimes. Being non human is incredible. Being otherkin is freeing. Never forget that. You can do what you want forever.

You can be

October 15, 2024

There's something about the night and your identity that it's so so liberating

There's something about the stars, that see you, that free you, that guided humans for thousands and thousands of years

There's something about the nothingness of it all, of the knowledge that you will someday join them and call them

There's something about the darkness, a being neither human or animal, trapped between those two worlds, that watches the clouds, that breathes on the night

There's something about the light, that loves you, that traps you, that makes you see the beauty of the world in front of your eyes

There's a liberation whenever you look up to the sky for answers, praying for the moon to notice you, to cherish you

Because you're their everything. And she's your creator, your reason, your guardian, your breath, your obsession, your vice

And she's your everything

October 25, 2024

I love you therian artists. I love you musicians, painters, actors, singers, gamers, coders, animators. People who make gear more accessible to us, who make crochet, who dance, who sing. Thank you quadrobists, you wonderful creative creatures, thank you for building up a community I can really be proud of be a part of.

October 25, 2024

Do you think there were nonhumans when the first sapiens set foot on earth?

Do you think there were therians when the first writings were redacted?

Do you think there were otherkins when the Roman Empire fell?

Do you think there were otherhearted beings when America was discovered?

Do you think there were alterhumans when the French Revolution set off?

Do you think we were always there?

October 28, 2024

My body is just a vessel. My body is just a costume that I can take off. Anytime I want I can just take it off. I'm just protecting you. Because if you see my true form, you will not like me anymore. You will see me how I really am. You might be afraid of me. You will be afraid of me.

And you will leave me behind

October 28, 2024

You are on the edge of the cliff. Frightened and distrustful. You look up, into the void, into the sky, wondering if the stars are watching you. The wind ruffles your fur, your feathers, your ears, your cheeks. You take a deep breath, trying to fill your lungs with air. Gathering your courage, you take a deep breath, closing your eyes. Immediately you feel exposed and vulnerable, and you open them again. Gulping, you lean over the edge.

Peaks and pines and hillsides and streams greet you. A little farther down, in one of the trees, you can almost see a spacious nest, perhaps of a bird and her chicks. The thought saddens you, reminding you that you are alone. You have always been alone.

You shake off the sadness; this is no time to think any of that. You pull your ears back, leaning forward again. You can do it. You know how to do it, just follow your instinct. You try to quiet the fear, the instinct that leads you to turn away and run. No. You won't run. This is what you were born to do. To conquer the skies, the stars, the moon up above.

You mutter a slight snort, shaking out your fur, maybe encouraging you to do it. To finally let yourself be free. Without giving yourself time to think twice, you let yourself fall into the void.

The wind howls against your ears, the fur sticks against your eyes. For a moment, you almost forget where you are. You are one with the universe, the stars are smiling at you. The moon sings to you, and you sing with it. Almost when the treetops are getting too close, you shriek with excitement, and, with a single movement, your wings open, catching the wind.

You are alone, up above the clouds.

You ascend, ascend, ascend, ascend, flapping your wings again and again. Your eyes are fixed on its prize, its silver light bathing your whiskers. Your wings catch more wind, and you climb and climb and climb. Up where no other feline has ever been. You ignore the howl of the breeze, the chill of the night.

Because at last you are with her. The moon greets you, singing, and you sing with her. Waving, happy at last, you forget all your fears as your mistress accompanies your flight, veiling your wings. You sing, you laugh, you dance to the moon's bals, for you are hers, and she is yours.

October 30, 2024

Love in the way an animal loves.

They don't have romantic feelings for you, they don't want to kiss, or cuddle, or go out on dates.

They just want for you to be there when they need it.

And in return, they shall repay that love ten times over.

It's just they way their brains and hearts and feelings love.

Animals like dogs, cats, they love you unconditionally because you give them attention.

You care for them.

You spend time with them.

And in return, they love you back.

That means licking your whole face when they see you.

Bonking their head around your legs.

Sniffing your face right before giving you a million kisses to clean you.

It means tail wagging, dilated pupils, excited panting to cherish you forever.

That's the way it should be. To love, in the way an animal loves.

December 18, 2024

I'm a cat.

I'm a cat who has wings, who has heart, who has life

I'm my wings, I'm my teeth, I'm my claws

I'm that creature that lurks the night, I'm the heart that leaps through the light

I'm a wild animal. I'm a hunter, I'm a killer

I'm also a pet. I'm a gentle friend who accompanies you through your worst times

I'm a cat. I'm not a cat. I have wings that can lift me in the air

I'm not supposed to exist

(I'm also a monster)

I'm a Watcher

I'm a Watcher who has a cape, who has feathers, who has eyes oh so many eyes

I'm my eyes, I'm my cape, I'm my wings

I'm those who watch the Universe

I'm those who hold the stars

I'm those who live through a glass of lost hope

I'm those who see life as a mother, as a way to love and to be

I'm those who see the moon as a guardian, as a way to adore and to see

(I'm also a monster)

December 21, 2024

You have the heart of an animal

You run, you climb, you dart, you be

You have the heart of an animal

You love, and create, and live, and be

You have the heart of an animal

You write, you draw, you make, you be

You have the soul of an animal

You are, you be, you are, you'll be

January 4, 2025

Sometimes I'm afraid I will be discovered. I'm a Watcher hiding in a human body. I was taken away, I was transformed, but they didn't change who I am. They could never change who I am. I do not like to interact with others. My body, it may be human, but I transformed to be who I am today. My body is the one of a watcher. Because I'm a Watcher, so my body is one too. I'm proud to be who I am.

I despise labels, even if I loved them when I first discovered the community. Why do I have to call myself physical nonhuman? Why do I have to use therian, otherkin, fictionkin? I am just me. I'm a Watcher, I'm a cat with wings, I'm both at the same time. I'm also human, but at the same time I'm not. I'm half human. My vessel is human.

I was human, now I'm not. I don't know when the change was made. I don't know when my brain clicked, I won't say I'm unhappy now that I know the truth, I won't say I wish I didn't discovered the community. But I have to pretend. Every day, every single day. Masking, masking, even tho Watchers wear masks, is exhausting.

Sometimes I love being who I am. Sometimes I hate it. All around me, all my life, I've been told it's okay to be different, embrace your weirdness, as they may say. We must accept those who are different. But that changes once I say I'm not human. I'm like, ten percent human at most. Because I had to use a bit of them to fit in.

All around me, they say I'm a survivor. That I can do whatever I want because I survived what others didn't. I have the scars on my skin to prove it. I like my scars. But because I survived, I need to be okay? I'm not. I'm afraid all the time. To be discovered.

February 7, 2025

The moon is beautiful and simple.

The moon is kind and benevolent.

She won't judge you.

She won't hate you.

She's always there, always open to listen, always open to confort.

She's like a mother to all creatures, whom you take part of you.

You are her child.

You are her light.

February 15, 2025

And if the stars love you, who are you to make them stop?

And if the sky sings for you, who are you to make her stop?

And if the moon guides you, who are you to make her stop?

March 5, 2025

They get very surprised when an untamed dog bites

They are shocked when an untrained dog can't follow commands

They get upset with the dog when it pushes and pushes its boundaries, because it never knew how to break free

They hate it when the dog cries at night, when those cries turn into anger

And anger turns into violence

And violence turns into blood

And blood turns into tears

And tears turn into hate

Because it doesn't know any better

Because it was not its responsibility to know

It was from the adults that adopted it

It was his humans' responsibility to teach it

But it was its fault that it bit

Because it never knew how to break free

March 15, 2025

I can't sleep

Not for the lack of lack of trying

The animal in me is too wild

Too restless

I can't nap

Not having the right mindset ruins me

The beast inside of me is nocturnal

Too unstoppable

It won't sleep

It won't rest

It won't nap

It won't stop

It will bark at the moon

It will purr at the starlight

It will sing at the night sky

But still,

I can't sleep

March 26, 2025

You are stronger than you think

You are your eyes, your wings, your magic

You won't let anyone take it away

You are braver than you think

You are yourself, through hardships, through pain, through regection

You are your feathers, your cape, your energy

You are destined to do something great

Don't let anyone take it away from you

Bark, hiss, bite, run. You are strong, you are brave, you are great

Other creations

April 4, 2025

April 10, 2025