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...
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...
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.
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...
Unrequited Love of Country
It's not exactly furry but it's about an emotion that can be relatable to anybody i feel even if this is venting my own emotions and experience.
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 Last Game of the Master Domino Player
The Last Game of the Master Domino...
Conversational Catch-Up
Conversational Catch-up ...
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.
Making New Friends
"that's good, i'm always here if you wanna vent and cry to me." "thanks buijay but... i think i'm gonna be alright." "i'm glad to hear it, now c'mon..." buijay picks him up making him giggle slightly as he walked to the main bedroom.
An Unforgiving Mind - medium poem
This is another vent poem. i've been struggling a lot recently with my mood swings as a result of untreated bipolar depression. my mood throughout the day is pretty much the basis of this poem. i wrote this on 5/13/2017. written by me, fane star.