Explain
_Please explain..._ **He fluctuates between hating me, tolerating me, and holding me close for being the only person who will tolerate him.** _Which is why you don't realise what he does to people._ _But then... you do._ **I do realize it.** _but...
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...
Venting your Problems
Even though he wasn't sure what was going on he knew he had to do something and pressed his feet against the back vent wall, feeling the cold soak into his toes from the pipe before he pushed forward and used the icy floor of the vent to slide forward
A Daspletosaurus’ Longing
With a pounding heart she entered the shadows of the forest, an assemblage of towering tree giants, ancients ferns and other, smaller plants to complete the thicket. Deceptive calmness reigned in the cool shades, creating the a counterbalance to the...
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...
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.
The Wolf Alone
The wolf stood alone, once again. He didn't mean for this, any of it... But happen it did. The demon got too close, discovered who he really was, and ran away like all the others. "Is there no one who will try?" He cries to the wind. He...
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.
Venting your Problems 2
As the crowd began to run from the direction where the flood of hulking shiny creatures was coming from they were unaware of the black liquid that had started to drip from the vents.
Vent a Plea
Help! Help me please.. Bang! Bang! Bang! My hand just thumped on this mental glass. A glass that was just but one side of this delusional box. Emotions were something I was never good at. I still am not good at. I'm suffocating. I'm...
Background Noise
This is a vent story. as i've explained in some of my past update posts, i've been struggling quite a bit lately.