The High Road You Expect Us to Take To Oblivion

A fairly angry vent poem i made about then current political events.

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Fall Through The Earth

A bit of a more abstract vent poem about something with wings falling through the somewhat hollow ground. that's all i'll say about it. originally posted in may 2021.

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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...

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Sinner, Monster, Friend

Spoken word vent poem those on the other side of the screen i feel sorry for them they cant see the heart that lies under the skin all they see is the sin that somehow makes you inhuman not worthy of forgiveness or love it makes me what to throw down

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Thinking Of You Through the Remnants and Renovations

Earlier when the loss was still fresh he'd vent to and take comfort in just talking to others but now it's been months with every part of the loss's aftermath handled more or less and him feeling like any more venting he did about that loss and what came after

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A Still-Beating Heart

**A Still-Beating Heart** There was an empty space in the middle of Ricky's chest. And he himself was in the middle of emptiness; a dark surrounding though he himself was not bathed in its shadow. His breathing was...

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Don’t Need Your Guilt

A poem i made after coming back from a bit of a break from them to vent out some frustration over something personal that happened back then. was also coincidentally relevant to then current events and i suppose continues to be relevant now.

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A weird vent thing, probably will delete later

Tonight is one of those painful nights. Trying to hold back these tears that keep on flowing and flowing, choking on myself. I feel unbearably alone not even the distraction of deafening music helps tonight. It's always been hard to describe these...

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Chained Up

It was some vent lyrics from what i was feeling that night. the main tempo or feel of this song is a heavy metal- ish (infuence from bfmv and seether.) the bold text is a scream part that i do for it. _intro/verse 1_ you think you can bring me down?

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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.

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Something to consider

There is a simple fact that all men must eventually contend with. We are what we leave behind. A man has a life. His life must eventually end, so what is left? That is up to him. What we build, what we say, and what we do will outlive us. We are,...

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