My Kit-Cat
I try to kiss his tears away, repeatedly saying "sorry, sorry"....i listen to him vent his frustrations, i cry with him....i try to help him....he tries to help me.... my spirit is breaking. i'm lower than i've ever been.
Misplaced Muse
It started out when i was in a vent-y mood, then turned into something else.
May Poems of 2018
Life vent sorrow, boredum, deppression, day after day repitition, aimless wandering volition, structure based around oppression. internet friends, best friends, our life online, to our ends. where is our way where is our purpose?
S3 Ep3- Beverly Windbrook
"i find that whenever i am down i use music to vent... want to do a duet with me?". solaris and beverly played one of solaris's songs and had fun with it "you seem like a nice girl, why are you playing music here when it's turning to night time?"
Recovery
#4 of poetry a sort of vent poem i wrote when i wasn't feeling too great. it has a lot of things i kinda just needed to tell myself in the moment. they say it'll be easy or hard, i forget which one.
FnaJ 2 (part 1)
The wall to my right has a vent, the wall to my left has a large, badly scratched window and a doorway. in the corner between the front wall and the left wall is a box with assorted animatronic parts and suit parts.
Blackfish
No escape from the anger they vented on me. anger at the ones who held them there. who tore them away from their families. who forced them to jump and play for the amusement of others. you sent me away to another home.
Futile
So stoick decided to vent his anger on the only remaining target. the mutants. "sir, they're holding course." "warning shots." shots rang out. snipers were making attempts to scare off the incoming forces. "no response." "hmmmm." stoick sighed.
The Furre Archive Project - Part 2: Fragments
Maybe they pumped gas into the air vents. maybe they broke down the door and dragged him away. we're not sure if he's alive or dead, all we know is what he started. you couldn't call it a rebellion, not really.
Half of a Heritage Held By Our Thin Shared Line
Wrote this not really a vent but more a reflective poem for the last day of hispanic heritage month a while back. it's a more personal poem even if the details are a bit ambiguous overall. originally posted this in october 2021.
Painful Solitude Ch.2
It was the time when he could vent about everything going on in life. the feline was practically his diary. but the tutor had made alex promise to pay attention to the lessons _before_ venting, which made it all the more difficult.
A Servant's Heart, Chapter 20
"micah," she said, standing up out of her chair, "if this doesn't work and doesn't kill us, i want you to vent the ship." micah was silent for a moment. "venting the ship will kill all biological life forms on board." "i know," she said.