Inside
Kiss my raw wounds with your tongue flickering across burning ears, drenching wisps of tangled hair as tendons come undone. Unbending and unwinding tightened coils of pulsing veins. Keep searching. Knead my brain. Count carefully your...
On the Steps
He sits on the step, staring at nothing His gaze is low and unfocused, head slightly tilted Numb from stillness, his body is gone Winds of thought whisper through him They steal away, and leave him hollow In the absence make themselves...
Mind
What is wrong with me? There's so much I wanna do It is hurting me. If it's not now, when? I have to let out these thoughts. So, here it goes, then... * * * I'm feeling kinda empty but now I'm okay? When night lurks around I refelct on...
A Missing Piece - short poem
Please forgive, My wandering heart. A soul that has no clue. Desperate desires, Fleeting, yet passionate. Consuming my temporary present. I yearn for more, Yet know to settle. Confusion at my core. Unhappiness plague, Our everchanging lives....
We Must
"We must do this again some time..." You weren't expecting that to be the first thing they said when the scene ended and you brought them back out of subspace. It's a heartening thing to hear them say - you thought you weren't really on your A game,...
The Pit of Depression - medium poem
This poem is another vent poem i wrote a while ago. i had just been dumped by an ex because my depression was so bad. trying to meet new people was extremely hard for me then, so this poem describes my anxiety of meeting people while depressed.
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...
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...
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...