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.
Pursuing That Unmistakable Howl
Pursuing That Unmistakable...
Old Familiar Face Beneath Crumbling Mask
A heavy vent piece i made about the state of the country and stuff that was going on at the time. not much to say that the poem itself doesn't already say. this was also made back in august 2020, it was a productive month.
The Ever Shifting Pillar
The Ever-Shifting...
TFS
#7 of poetry and poems the feelings sounded, based on the vents of thursday friday and saturday leading into spring break. it's long over with now but damn that killed my vibes over break.
Fenrisúlfr
Woe to the things that must face upon me, for I am the powerful and royal of all hircines. I destroy that which tread lost in the mountains, and that which is so very unfortunate as to fall into my hand. I am the embodiment of greed and pride, but no...
Alone
I look through the void a window in time asking myself what to do? all of the things that I have done, . have taken their toll on my feverish brood. This is a role that I can not accept, a daunting ring of the past will I go on in my sickening pace...
Grim Outcomes
#13 of short stories/ personal work not really a story, per say, but more of me venting through my creative writing. with a lot of things stressing me out from many different directions, it's sort of left me thinking about things too much.
The Seasons of Loss - short poem
It's been a rough year, so here's my first completed vent poem in awhile. earlier this year i heard my step-grandmother passed away. then a few months later i nearly lost the life i've been building for two years.
Tell me - medium poem
Tell, tell me how, I've offended your being. How I could impact you so. When I don't even know you. Tell, tell me how, Your betrayal is my fault. How my trust is lacking. For helping one in need. Tell, tell me how, I'm supposed to feel,...
I'll Put On Black In Mourning
venting .____. i'm making a collection of all my past, present, and future rants relating to one specific asshole.
Again
Days past since he'd broken up... Songs lingering in his heart... His tail swished from side to side, as he meandered the moonlit streets, remembering the places they'd walked... the laughs they'd shared... He'd always had a habit of singing when he...