Cattille's Core Catalogue ['24 - '25]

citadelle [24. 1. 24]

i just wanna live like i know every thing,

i know everything.

like i own it,

i own it.

but the world didn't have time for a girl who lives like she wants,

dreams like she wants,

achieves like she wants.

so, why would it have time for a lady who does?

the truth is,

it didn't.

and the world still won't make time for a woman living like she lives,

doing what she did,

succeeding like she had.

so she says forget it:

"since they don't have time for my dreams, they must not have time for my success"

they can crumble, they can rot.

for all i care

because i don't care.

they don't have time for her dreams, they must not have time for her success.

they didn't have time then and they won't have time now.

i'll make my own time.

with lip-gloss and flowy-flower dresses, curly dark tresses.

we'll make our own time.

with short hair, long hair, no hair.

we'll make our own time.

with or without monolids.

we'll make our own time.

with a slimmer or bigger frame.

we'll make our own time.

with stainless or inked skin.

we'll make our own time.

we'll be our own fortress.

our own citadel.

it's gonna be glorious.

with peace and shades of pink

and side walks of rose gold, only the finest metals.

pearls will adorn us

and their mothers will make up our housings.

pearlescent skies will cover the heavens for us.

the weather will be warm but never too hot.

the air will never have foul smells nor will it show signs of pollution.

never ending days yet everlasting nights.

this time;

we'll know it

we'll own it.

we'll make our own time.

we'll be our own fortress.

our own citadel;

if we can't,

we'll rot trying,

trying to fashion our citadelle.

because the world is the angriest hellcat out here

and fantasy's a killer.

Copyright © 2024 Cattille Quettea

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.

Copyright © 2024 Cattille Quettea

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.

Copyright © 2024 Cattille Quettea

lay claim [10. 8. 24]

when will it be my turn?

to rightfully see what i learned?

to righteously claim what i've earned.

when will it be my turn?

can you stop denying a lady a right to her life?

can you stop denying your ladies their merriment and light?

can you stop denying the ladies their birthright?

because ever since we were born, we've had to fight.

that simply isn't right, for you close out our light...

now is it?

we are made of flesh, blood and bones.

never once have we been left alone.

greedy hands and greedy men.

greedy eyes, from them, ourselves we must defend.

the laws that are in place

do not change the mindsets of the space.

we want to be seen,

level and equal,

not the greater of the two evils.

to that, we wern.

so when will it be my turn?

to rightfully see what i learned?

to righteously claim what i've earned.

when will it be my turn?

..._...

delicacy and respect cannot be decided on, practiced and maintained in a day.

if it was, the world would be in the best way:

an echo chamber of buoyant, auspicious ideas

and everyone, willing to listen.

no proposing to deaf ears.

but why is a universe like this seen as wild.

because when you disagree,

some see it's fitting to act as a child.

Copyright © 2024 Cattille Quettea

greetings, my alstroemeriaceae. i just want to inform you all that i have uploaded some other poetry that sort of touches a different aesthetics on my other page @insanitygirls . so please go check that out. i appreciate the support, and i love you all, bye!!! <3

ratgirl [24. 2. 24]

"why so messy?", is what she asks me.

'why so messy?', is what i think.

none other to blame but myself.

beautiful chaos and beautiful clothes on the floor are my shell.

for i have nobody besides myself.

no friends, nobody else.

outside of my phrontistery,

nobody contacts me.

i am not worth a friend to them yet,

they are worth a friend to me.

then-

at home, all alone.

no matter if the temperature is warm or cold.

no matter if my room's door is opened or closed.

no matter if my speech is silent or bold.

not physically yet,

i'm at home, all alone.

my mind's imagination is organised.

quite organised and clean.

the thought of true friends, a fun life and romance is with what it gleams.

i live in my room,

apathy lives in me.

life is not miserable,

nor is it fun.

it's like this for all but,

at the same time for none.

none other to blame but myself.

beautiful chaos and beautiful clothes on the floor are my shell.

but gosh,

doesn't it look like hell?

Copyright © 2024 Cattille Quettea

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.

Copyright © 2025 Cattille Quettea

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.

let it be known that i did not own / edit the photos i use alongside my works unless there is a "catquette" or "cattille.quettea" watermark on it.

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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

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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.

Copyright © 2024 Cattille Quettea

cattille's catalogue ['24]

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.

let it be known that i did not own / edit the photos i use alongside my works unless there is a "catquette" or "cattille.quettea" watermark on it.

do not forget to follow my my actual girlblog: @cattillequettea <3

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.