Loneliness
Loneliness By Smokey Digsby LONELINESS I often hear people talk about loneliness but not in the sense of which it should be used. I am here to explain what loneliness is. **TRUE LONELINESS** True loneliness is finding out that a someone close to...
what world do we live in
What world do we live in By Pet Yee This world is crumbling under its own weighted existence that shouldnt exist. In this world no man, woman or child is even allowed to be happy unless an overlord decrees it so. Though the problem is we...
Pursuing That Unmistakable Howl
Pursuing That Unmistakable...
Quicksilver
Not all ancient evils must be from forgotten historical times, buried within antediluvian vaults. An 'ancient' malevolent force may be brand new, it is merely the attributes and aesthetic surrounding it that grants it such a title. The accoutrement of...
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.
Casual Hatred Flung This Way
A poem i wrote well over a year ago to vent about then current events, still feels relevant especially with certain patterns and things i see pop up now and then.
Warm Up - 10 | Company
**Warm Up - 10 | Company** There was a sun high up on the purple sky, yet below it was a black hole within its vortex. Two anthropomorphic animals sat between the two. Distant enough that it didn't burn them nor sucked...
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.
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...
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.