The Vents
It's the vents." he intoned, his throat trembling as if struggling to let air pass the haggard vocal cords. "because i hate the vents and everyone that lives in it, so i refuse to call it what they do. i'm a petty bastard."
"Submit" (a poem)
"Submit" I've come up with the idea. I've thought about it. I've planned it out. I've outlined it. " Submit" I've typed the words. I've told the story. I've penned the dialogue. I've written it. "Submit" I've reread...
Introduction: Abandoned
I thought i'd take the opportunity to simply vent in the story rather than make a detailed journal on it. bear with me guys. \<3 i'll be back soon. i know this is short, it's supposed to be. just a small teaser for what's to come.
On the Steps
He sits on the step, staring at nothing His gaze is low and unfocused, head slightly tilted Numb from stillness, his body is gone Winds of thought whisper through him They steal away, and leave him hollow In the absence make themselves...
Explain
_Please explain..._ **He fluctuates between hating me, tolerating me, and holding me close for being the only person who will tolerate him.** _Which is why you don't realise what he does to people._ _But then... you do._ **I do realize it.** _but...
Alone
I look through the void a window in time asking myself what to do? all of the things that I have done, . have taken their toll on my feverish brood. This is a role that I can not accept, a daunting ring of the past will I go on in my sickening pace...
vent writing
when all is lost and all hope is dead. raise you head and fake it trough the pain and sorrows. only a small light shines though this dirty old soul and the depths within drowning in all the tears of despair which never come out, with eyes so dry and...
The Wolf Alone
The wolf stood alone, once again. He didn't mean for this, any of it... But happen it did. The demon got too close, discovered who he really was, and ran away like all the others. "Is there no one who will try?" He cries to the wind. He...
In the Process of a Year’s Renewal
The first of a set of two vent poems actually because this year started off rough and honestly i’ve only recently managed to solve some of its problems. this one is about renewal. originally posted this in january 2024.
An Unrewarding Race
A vent poem about life, work and the subway. wrote this a while ago but it remains a perennial struggle really. originally posted in october 2021.
At the Mercy of the Flurries
The other half of the set of vent poems i mentioned in the last one. about work and snow and maybe a little more than that. originally posted in january 2024.
Vent a Plea
Help! Help me please.. Bang! Bang! Bang! My hand just thumped on this mental glass. A glass that was just but one side of this delusional box. Emotions were something I was never good at. I still am not good at. I'm suffocating. I'm...