Tower of the Serpent
Korlis was almost taken aback by the sudden eagerness with which the human pushed its face into his vent.
Vulnerable
I am here for you if you need to vent or scream or punch or curse! “because at this point, just being someone’s punching bag would be preferred. “i just miss people.
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...
I Will Never Know
So much to say So little the words Growing up Ive learned so much in this short life To live To laugh To love I wonder now Were our decisions right? Did we truely feel the way we thought so Or did we just hide away in our own...
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...
A Fighter - short poem
**A Fighter** Light, weightless, I'll buzz through life. Cunning, quick, I'll overcome. Wise, understanding, I'll listen. Passionate, watchful, I'll protect you. Strong, fearless, I'll fight for us. Vigilant, knowing, I'll be ever...
Warm Up - 1
And this one, i may as well treat it as a vent piece too. this story takes place one month after 'fallen king'. next to post is a commission i did between then and now, still under editing.
What Keeps The Edge On
Wrote this poem a while back to vent about an incident on the train that stuck with me for over a week. it’s a subway related poem, another one but also is about more than just that. originally posted in february 2023.
If It Was Ever In Sight
When i wrote this it was capturing the feelings of the first half of the month and also was the first vent poem i had written in a while.
L7's Action Log - Thursday Prompt Story [#7, 16/2/23]
February 18th, 2023 Status: Low Energy Mode engaged Today, this one uses a rag to clean away the blemishes and dirt on the wall, accumulated over the one year that we have been living here. It may then be used to clean any imperfections on the...
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.
Father's Day [Vent]
_I don't know how to live through this hell. Woken up, I'm still locked in this shell. Frozen soul, frozen down to the core. Break the ice, I can't take anymore._ The bat stood there in the in the freezing rain, glowing softly in the darkness. The...