#Ventpoem
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untitled-bumblebee · 5 months ago
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I’m letting my life fall apart without anyone being able to see that it’s collapsing around me. I feel like shit again, but at least that feeling in my stomach is back. You know? The one where you’re so hungry but you’re not eating because you remind yourself what it felt like to be lightheaded and smaller and better. So you don’t eat. And you walk 2-4 miles a day. And you work out. And you don’t finish all of the shit you have to get done. And you don’t focus on all the things you really want. Because it’s so much easier to starve yourself than to just admit it’s not your body that makes you pathetic, it’s just who you are.
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i--need-sleep · 6 months ago
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First, the rose wilted, dying without love and care.
Forgotten it hung, left to rot, its beauty with its petals bare.
Then, remembered, it was lifted from its grave,
Carried to the flames as a final wave.
The fire started, the rose burned bright,
Faded red scorched into night.
Its ugly color turned to lively flame,
An all-consuming element, killing dignity without shame.
All that's left is smoke, infecting eyes, burning noses, a bitter sigh.
With the fire, with the smoke, a new beauty grows,
The beauty of a burning rose.
The rain begins, the fire ends,
Leaving nothing but darkness in its wake.
All is ended and memory is faded—
Gone is the light that once composed,
The beauty of a burning rose.
(MY FIRST POST IS A SHITTY POEM HELP ME)
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prax-works · 3 years ago
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annieartist03 · 3 years ago
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For @_kyoe_ and @kittensunecake17
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marcabreart · 4 years ago
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Take your Time
By the time you read this poem
I may have decided to end it abruptly
But I didn’t. Now I ruminate, 
Over the smallest worry.
The worry that I wont have enough time to spend,
The worry that I wont amount to anything in this world.
Who cares right? Does it matter much?
Yet....
My time is being wasted by myself, no one else is to be blamed.
Yet.....
I feel empty, I’m covered by a heavy blanket, restraining my breath.
Time is slowly being wasted right now,
I could have done my paper, but I chose to write this poem instead. 
I’ll take my time right now.
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fishbowl-souls · 4 years ago
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Any Word Will Do
Give me the word,
Give me any word, 
Any word that will cure the mess of my head, 
Any word that will sooth the pain in my chest,
Give me a word,
Give me any word,
Any word that will end the sinking feeling when I wake,
Any word that will let me stop falling in my sleep,
Please give a word,
Give me any word,
Any word that will end this decrepit isolation,
Any word that will silence the crowds in my head
Please give the word,
Give me any word,
Any word that will end creaking of my bones,
Any word that will stop my satisfaction in the creaking,
I beg a word,
Give me any word,
Any word that will cure the bags under my eyes,
Any word that will hide my ribcage from the mirror,
I beg the word,
Give me any word,
Any word that will end the panic that seizes my body,
Any word that will give me the ability to live my life completely,
Please, I beg, any word,
Just give me a word, 
Any word will do,
Any word will do
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angelicsoftartist · 4 years ago
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This was suppsed to be a vent but,, I really liked how it came out so! It made me feel better !🌸
Here’s my attempt At sort of poetry ! 💕 I hope you like it!
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It's a strange feeling
loneliness, is.
because as soon as it comes,
you don't understand what it is really
its just a feeling
a knowing
that I am alone
it's the numb ache in your heart
when you realise they left without you
it's the harsh pain that
you can be forgotten sometimes
it doesn't last forever, no.
it passes but when you feel lonely,
its all you can feel.
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snubbully · 4 years ago
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funeral flowers.
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adoringhorrorborn · 5 years ago
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Confusion (Vent poem?)
Kept afloat by confusion.
Yet hand in hand
Being slowly pulled down by depression.
Love is the downfall of people
It’s filthy
It’s stupid
It’s uplifting
It’s pure
It’s a mess
Love did this to me
But then, did it really?
Or was it just another influence for the present when something like this,Has lasted for years
For years I’ve lived a life of suffocation
By my surroundings, friends. Family.
The internet, myself.
I continue this life, stuck. Suffocating.
Sometimes I find my way out.
But then it creeps up. Grabs me from behind.
And whispers in my ear to stay.
To give up and submit to it,
And what’s that ?,you may ask
depression.
My longest friend to date.
6 long years.
When we first met it was okay,
It was sad but casual.
A year later it darkened and summoned dark thoughts of Forever sleep.
The year after that it summoned sharp objects.
Then it melted for abit, I stayed above it and felt love for the first time.
Love which wilted and turned to toxic waste.
After that? We invited her back, we invited the thoughts and objects.
Then I felt love again, which I still feel but in a painful.. non toxic way?
The love of which I speak made me like this.
Like what?
Not sure, just ..like this, something.
Somewhere in the middle depression became my neutral mode, I no longer know the feeling of feeling ‘okay’ or ‘neutral’
My neutral tends to be dark thoughts and sadness that overlays the rest,
But per usual
I’m fine
Life is fine
My surroundings are fine
My mental state is fine
In short
I’m fine.
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lovingstalking · 5 years ago
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I long to love you
And lust to love you
My mind not only races.
It obsesses.
About that long lasting idea.
The very idea that can drive me mad.
The notion of eternal love.
It’s thoughts like that.
That can send my mind spiraling
So. My love. Without a doubt.
The possibility
Maybe.. most likely the truth
Of that never happening
Sends me into
the deepest state of meloncoly
Worse then what your little mind
Could ever possibly imagine.
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untitled-bumblebee · 3 years ago
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| I apologize if this isn’t good- I have never posted my poems anywhere- And this is mostly for venting, but if you have advice please share! |
The World: 
Soft indie music with the windows down
Rainbows on every little doodle
Pastel clothes and drawings 
Sunshine painting my vision
Meeting you took that away
Meeting you gave me more
Meeting you gave me rainbows
Meeting you gave me the Sunshine
Pink skies and bike rides outside
Watching setting suns from my window
Soft love songs early in the morning 
Excitement and bright clothes
Losing you took that away
Losing you ripped it from my warm hands
Losing you burned my chest 
Losing you took away the stars
Tears and mint chocolate ice cream
Sad songs and video games
Rock music and dark clothes
Binge watching and red pens 
Losing you took that away too
Losing you taught me to love
Losing you taught me that love hurts
Losing you taught me about the world
Fun music with windows down
Laughing with new friends and junk food
Watching movies past the sunset 
Sleeping in till the sun has risen 
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prax-works · 3 years ago
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happily-lost-in-words · 6 years ago
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Stuck in Phases (Dear dad)
My dad should’ve raised a better girl,
Because I know the son I am
Will not be his by age 18,
The idea
Of who he wants to me to be
All that he expects from me
It’s suffocating
I am afraid of myself.
I cover all my mirrors
And hide behind facades
I cut my hair
And hope to pray the gay away
But the gay is inside of me.
Dad,
Can’t you see?
It’s not a phase
All the stolen kisses from girls
And the curled hair to make it shorter
The masculine hand-me-downs from a big brother
I will never be
The girl you want to see.
I am a broken thing
A doll masquerading as living
I am the forgotten memories of a person
I am problematic
Twirling out of control
Like a broken ballerina figure
Always one step forward and six steps back.
You were right,
Dad.
I’m never getting over this
Thing,
Inside of me,
This demon clawing from my chest and in my head
SCREAMING
What if I’m never enough
I know when I grow up
I’ll lose your love
Because god hates fags
And you love the lord
More than you love the broken word
Of a heathen
Who whispers “love is love”
And wants a man in the mirror
Not a petite woman
Dad I’m dying,
I’m so afraid to ask if you’ll always love me
Even if I don’t follow the allegory stories, if I’m destined for hell will you leave me lonely?
What if I’m never what you want from me?
What if I fail before I fly?
I’ll never know why
I’m so fucked in the head. Maybe it’s like mom said.
“I’ll never be shit. I was born to quit.”
Dad am I worth it?
If you could get that chance
To pick between what never was and what failed to be?
Would you pick the original baby girl or me?
The one you lost,
Or the one that still disappoints
Reminding you of a monster you married
Dad, what if I die before you?
Dad what if I never go anywhere in life?
Am I worth all the strife?
Should I even be alive?
Why do I always fail to die?
Dad what if I don’t make it? Do you think I can take it?
All your high hopes make me feel like if I fall I’ll crash and burn
And I’ll make you sad
I’m trying, Dad.
I don’t want to lose you,
And if I have to play pretend
To keep this egg-shell dream from the end
Will you still love me,
Even if the me you love dies?
If she gives up her chest and listens to her heart?
That beats “him” from the start?
Dear dad,
I’m sorry.
And I’m terrified
You’ll abandon me.
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puppymeds · 3 years ago
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Rotten
TW: vent poem
i am rotten where you touched me.
can you see it?
like a dead bird, 
broken,
unable to fly,
trapped by worms 
and fungi
eating at my flesh, 
pulling me apart.
deep in a lonely dark wood,
my bleach white bones waste away.
my spilled guts feed maggots and vultures,
feed the earth,
so maybe my life meant something
after all.
flies buzz out of my eyes.
butterflies feast on my rancid skin.
i feel sick grow around me,
the dirt soaking in blood,
grotesque and decaying.
mold spreads across my body, 
consuming,
leaving nothing but dust behind.
will i be found, one day?
seeds of dark poison grown in my heart.
hatred blooms.
joy withers under the shade and
suffocating grip of toxic vines.
who planted these?
who waters them?
thorny branches hold tight to
my fragile glass heart.
cut them away and
nuture the sick and dying again.
let love grow again.
venomous leaves,
their spines biting and
fighting for a hold.
feeding on the ugly rot,
creating a home for the maggots and mud
living in my veins.
dissect me.
cut me up.
use my body.
use me like they did before,
so i can feel something, 
anything.
it hurts. 
everything hurts.
i am digusting, 
rotting.
written by: Oberon "Bug" OBD (@rottenratbrain)
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marcabreart · 4 years ago
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I think about what it’s like to be someone else, to step in their shoes and just experience the world they are so use to. A change of pace from my everyday life, a start to know something I never knew before. I just wanna be in their place, to feel their suffering, to feel their joy, to feel hungry, to feel so much different than myself. 
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fishbowl-souls · 4 years ago
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Dear Dead Girl
(Am I writing another vent poem? Yes, yes I am. I’ve been meaning to write this poem for a long time I could just never bring myself to ever write it.)
Dear Dead Girl,
I saw you once, 
A quick recall meet,
I thought you were quite pretty,
And you were a lot smarter than me,
And I liked that a lot
Dear Dead Girl,
You had a floral shirt on, 
And oxygen tubes,
Your hair was short,
But longer than mine,
It had a slight curl
Dear Dead Girl,
I’ve always fallen fast,
In love with a million strangers,
So when you reached to shake my hand,
It only made sense,
That my heart would skip a beat,
Dear Dead Girl,
I never told you my name,
It was said and I know you heard it,
But I doubt you remembered it, 
I have trouble remembering yours sometimes,
But then I just take a look at the obituary
Dear Dead Girl,
All I ever did,
Was shake your hand and said that your shirt looked nice,
It was nothing,
A simple gesture of courtesy,
But it meant everything to me,
Dear Dead Girl,
I wanted to get to know you,
But I had never had the chance,
And now there isn’t one,
Because I lost you,
Last February,
Dear Dead Girl, 
I saw it in the paper,
It was on the store counter,
A newspaper from a county over,
Your picture was there,
A statement to pray for a student in the hospital,
Dear Dead Girl,
You were gone a week later,
In a hospital a state away,
They said it was pulmonary hypertension, 
I don’t know what that means,
All I know is that it took you too soon,
Dear Dead Girl,
You were a year younger than me,
Only a month away from being fifteen,
You had life to live,
And then you didn’t,
And that terrified me,
Dear Dead Girl,
I wish that I could kiss you,
Though you may have never wanted me to,
Out of personal taste or something more,
You probably never swung that way,
Your father was a preacher anyway,
Dear Dead Girl,
You never knew what you meant to me,
You probably never thought of me,
You may have never even liked me,
Though you probably never thought,
That you’d be the subject of my poetry
Dear Dead Girl,
I never cried for you,
I never let myself,
For I didn’t really know you,
I did mourn,
If only the lost possibilities,
Dear Dead Girl,
I’m writing the conclusion now,
The closure I need,
But I don’t think this will bring,
You’re gone and I can’t change that,
I just wished you could have read this 
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