Stress and Restless
A poem about how stressed i feel, how tired i feel, and how i'm pushing through the frustration of it. too much stress, not enough rest, it's more not less, i feel far from my best.
Voices of the Silenced
Thought that I knew what I wanted Seems like life has a way of changing it Through day and night As both the moon and the sun shine on I walk the road that very few choose to walk on Just wanted to change a life To help somebody from the...
Lonlyness and Stress
stress things and people, friends and family, and job hunting. these are two of the biggest things that make me who i am but also break me down. i am who i am no one else can change me but me.
All The Stresses From A Previously Unplanned Stop
All the little stresses from a previously unplanned stop &
The Abyss - medium poem
The darkness. It surrounds me with its misery. Aching, crying, depleted. It fills my heart with suffering. A pain so deep I'm drowning. No escape. No cure. Trapped forever in the dark. Alone, longing, afraid. I cannot see. I cannot feel. It's...
Seal On A Revolving Carousel
Wrote this at a time when i was feeling stressed and stuff from work. a vent poem that i meant to be a bit abstract. originally posted in october 2023.
FlounderAway: Stressful Follow
Flounderaway: stressful follow long time no see, audience. it had been a long time. months even! well currently you are on the right time after all. cause you see... i am having a bit of a trouble. just recently, perhaps a few days before.
The Toy Part Two -- Stress Test
The toy â part two:â stress test by doctor mercurious â 　 the vixen awoke with a jerk. bland gray light stabbed at her eyes and for one fleeting merciful moment she couldn't remember where se was.
Wolfsleiden - Teil 2: Schule, Stress und Fuchs
#2 of wolfsleiden wolfsleiden - teil 2 : schule, stress und fuchs durch einen dunklen gang bewegte sich eine zwei meter große gestallt mit schwarzem fell. der wolf erblickte eine tür am ende des weges.
Revolution | Chapter IX: Moment of Peace
I placed my hand against the wall of my room and let out a stressed sigh. these past few days had stressed me out more than anything, and the fact that i saw both scar face and that picture only seemed to make my life just more of a living hell.
Tick Tock
stress. why did thou haunt so, denying slumber? it had been such for weeks already. who was she to believe that this night would be any different?
Breathe
The cold wind rushed down upon her, stinging like a thousand little knives. It pierced even through the thickness of her fur. Her clothing did little, not that she was dressed for the weather anyway, and besides she made no attempt to pull her cloak...