#Vents / Vent Poems <33 (TW ||SH, thoughts of d34th, abus3|| in to-be-posted writing)

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I write my vents into poems sometimes, so uh, here. Enjoy the result of my thoughts-to-feelings-to-words process. I probably will post more from time to time. Pings are okay <33

A roses petals,
A dandelions seeds,
Fall and fly away onto the breeze,
Just like my thoughts, scattered on wind,
Just like my breathing, erratic and thin,
Just like a fist, tight and squeezing,
Just like a wish, dying and freeing,
Rotten voices, corpses of lies,
A thousand thoughts, buzzing like flies,
My mind is a horrible place,
But I don't show a glimpse of it on my face.

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Vents / Vent Poems <33 (TW ||SH, thoughts of d34th, abus3|| in to-be-posted writing)

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I LIKE IT! :D

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I totally get this
sometimes I right kids books about problems I have or problems I see
I feel like it’s a healthy thing to do

Anyway enough about me, I hope everything’s fine, nice poem

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*The branches still wear a crown of green,
But look closely enough and it can be seen,
The black and grey that taints the leaves,
A poison, a parasite, and thing that bereaves,
The tree of its life,
And in it's strife,
It seems to be,
Silently screaming, this tree.

But this is not about a tree.*

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# fleet yacht Thank you <3 I also hope you're doing well, and I'm sorry that you can relate 🫂

oh im totally fine, I got help a while ago for this stuff, after I did I thought I could use my experiences to help others, or just simply say “I know how it feels, you’re not alone”

you should keep writing your vents through poems, your work has a lot of potential and if it helps you at all that’s really good
I get what they mean, and I’ve had similar situations, I’m here if you need to talk at all

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Such a fragile thing,
Human skin,
Torn and scarred,
Easily marred,
Yet it can be hidden,
But you'll never be ridden,
Of the torment,
And you may lament,
the phantom feel,
That you thought wasn't part of the deal.

odd grove
odd grove
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A longer poem this time, representing my thoughts of ||overdose|| when I was in a dark time. To clarify, I have never attempted, and I never will. It doesn't mean I haven't thought about it though.

The tears of sky,
Cling to the window,
Just like a blade,
Clings to her thigh,
The capsules of white,
High upon shelf,
Induce fight or flight,
And the thoughts of the girl,
Who is struggling to bite,
To know,
Whether to take the blow,
And give in to those,
disparaging hopes,
To one, she gropes,
Believing in that,
She shouldn't be here,
Or anywhere at all.

Silent words that bleed from her eyes,
Breath that escapes in the form of lies,
Her thoughts feed the swarm,
And sullen the dawn,
For the white that gleamed,
Finally swallowed and cleaned,
All of that darkness away.

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To anyone who can relate to my poems, I am sorry. I am sorry that you've felt this way, that you feel this way. I am sorry that you have these struggles, and I wish all the best for you. All the best for your life, because no matter what happens, you deserve to be here. You deserve everything good and great.