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...
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....
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...
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.
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.
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.
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...
To a Suffering Soul - short poem
This is another little vent piece. i hate it when those close to me feel alone and helpless. it's sometimes very difficult to reassure people that this just isn't true. this poem goes out to anyfur that is feeling this way or down in any other ways.
Potion Cat: Witching Hour
Since the beginning of the conception of what a witch was and was not, there had been certain rituals and processes in order to introduce a new member into the fold. Largely, those rituals and processes were old and as useful as the pages they were...