what world do we live in
What world do we live in By Pet Yee This world is crumbling under its own weighted existence that shouldnt exist. In this world no man, woman or child is even allowed to be happy unless an overlord decrees it so. Though the problem is we...
Mind
What is wrong with me? There's so much I wanna do It is hurting me. If it's not now, when? I have to let out these thoughts. So, here it goes, then... * * * I'm feeling kinda empty but now I'm okay? When night lurks around I refelct on...
That Strange Ill Fitting Cog
This is a venting metaphor, a bit of a well worn one but still a good one in my opinion at least. originally posted in november 2021.
Maintaining A Space Between The Cracks Of Black & White
Maintaining A Space Between The Cracks of Black & White ...
Tell me - medium poem
Tell, tell me how, I've offended your being. How I could impact you so. When I don't even know you. Tell, tell me how, Your betrayal is my fault. How my trust is lacking. For helping one in need. Tell, tell me how, I'm supposed to feel,...
In Between The Chasm Of Lead and Leadership
Another vent poem but as opposed to my last poem venting about the state of the world this is venting about more personal problems.
Hopeless Desires - short poem
**Hopeless Desires** The one who speaks, Only of misery and misfortune, Thee who has no hope. The one who wishes, For strength and knowledge, Yet cowardly and small. The one to turn their eye, To bathe in the false light, Blinded from...
Pursuing That Unmistakable Howl
Pursuing That Unmistakable...
Grim Outcomes
#13 of short stories/ personal work not really a story, per say, but more of me venting through my creative writing. with a lot of things stressing me out from many different directions, it's sort of left me thinking about things too much.
Old Familiar Face Beneath Crumbling Mask
A heavy vent piece i made about the state of the country and stuff that was going on at the time. not much to say that the poem itself doesn't already say. this was also made back in august 2020, it was a productive month.
Spiral Nebula - Chapter 3
He yelled while he pulled himself inside the vent. the three wolves didn't need to be told twice as they scurried down the vent. the sounds of a struggle followed them from the vent entrance. "abort evac!"
Casual Hatred Flung This Way
A poem i wrote well over a year ago to vent about then current events, still feels relevant especially with certain patterns and things i see pop up now and then.