vent writing
when all is lost and all hope is dead. raise you head and fake it trough the pain and sorrows. only a small light shines though this dirty old soul and the depths within drowning in all the tears of despair which never come out, with eyes so dry and...
vent writing
when all is lost and all hope is dead. raise you head and fake it trough the pain and sorrows. only a small light shines though this dirty old soul and the depths within drowning in all the tears of despair which never come out, with eyes so dry and...
vent writing
when all is lost and all hope is dead. raise you head and fake it trough the pain and sorrows. only a small light shines though this dirty old soul and the depths within drowning in all the tears of despair which never come out, with eyes so dry and...
That Strange Ill Fitting Cog
This is a venting metaphor, a bit of a well worn one but still a good one in my opinion at least. originally posted in november 2021.
In the Process of a Year’s Renewal
The first of a set of two vent poems actually because this year started off rough and honestly i’ve only recently managed to solve some of its problems. this one is about renewal. originally posted this in january 2024.
An Unrewarding Race
A vent poem about life, work and the subway. wrote this a while ago but it remains a perennial struggle really. originally posted in october 2021.
At the Mercy of the Flurries
The other half of the set of vent poems i mentioned in the last one. about work and snow and maybe a little more than that. originally posted in january 2024.
To Bring Out The Snarl
Finished this vent poem recently about something that happened to me about a month and a half ago. meant to finish this sooner but life has not been easy lately which is part of why i wrote this poem in the first place.
A Trinket… For A Minute’s Consideration?
**A Trinket… For A Minutes Consideration?** ...
Pieces of the Past Lost to Digital Dust
Wrote this a while back to vent about a noticeable digital trend that i felt was happening a lot at the time and of course still happens. originally posted this in may 2023.
What Trust Can Still Be Had These Emboldened Days
A general vent poem to allow me to rant a bit about the state of the world then and now since this is poem is just as relevant if not more so right now.
Fall Through The Earth
A bit of a more abstract vent poem about something with wings falling through the somewhat hollow ground. that's all i'll say about it. originally posted in may 2021.
Your Regularly Scheduled Dysfunction
This is a vent poem i finished and originally posted at the end of october after having been on a hiatus for some time last year. a vent poem about work stress and frustrations which have persisted to this year too.
All The Stresses From A Previously Unplanned Stop
All The Little Stresses From A Previously Unplanned Stop...
Two Distinct Islands In A Shared Sea
Wrote this vent piece a while ago. it’s wrapped in metaphor and a bit less heavy than usual. a tale of two islands getting by in their tiny sea. originally posted in february 2023.