#its a vent poem

[the-idyllic-collective]

the prince's bride is a lizard

our storybook tale

woven from leather and skin

a horse's hair, a cat's fangs

ground up and put together

you are the human one, eternally cherished

i am the lizard, who's opinion changes

you are the prince, the hero and the main character

i am the princess, the damsel in distress and a mere title

you are my prince

i am your princess

we remained together, like the heroes

and yet you scream like the villain

the stepmother in the tale,

the evil ruler of our kingdom

you yelled and you hit me at the heart like them both

but you were still the hero

going between your sword and the dragon

a maiden of peace, victim of war

conflict in the world and in the mind

but the pain i felt was shared from you

you felt guilty, you felt wrong

or at least, that's what you said

i defended you like a hero would,

but you left me there, like the villain

you hit and you scream

i lay and i bleed

tears running down our faces

emotions spewing out both our mouths

our story's about to end

the book is on its last pages

the dragon is gone

i am dead, slain by the sword

but so are you

[sleeplessv0id]

maybe in another universe, I can ask for help when I need it.

[feelo-fick]

molten/molted/molded

also yes i do actually have a flamingo mug thats sorta chipped, and it is a little ugly, here it is :

its not super chipped, but i was still devastated when i found out

[thismightbeacryforhelpwhoknows]

i have a talent for loneliness, i would be alone in a crowd. but it is entirely my fault.

i run from embrace and hide from people's warmth because everytime i've had it before it has been stolen from me and i will be left on the floor, broken and bloody. again.

i shut down and keep them out but still silently demand that they see me. i want them to push back when i tell them no and fight me to stay because how else can i be sure that with me is where they want to remain.

all the while, there is a little girl sat alone on the floor, cold and alone, in need of hand to guide her back to a home she has never known.

[not-5-rats]

I am the antagonist in everyone's story

No matter what I do it's wrong to all around

I try to impress, try to please, try with all my might

Yet still my actions are a bother to everyone in sight

☆

Everywhere I go I feel their eyes on my back

They point at me and whisper, about all of my traits

I truly believe they don't notice my eye nor my ear

As if they did they wouldn't say such things till I dissapear

☆

I've been told I'm crazy, that I see what isn't there

Nobody cares what I do, they barely notice me pass

Whilst this may be true the stress of my vision is still my reality

The more people deny my sight the more I feel like an abnormality

☆

The way I see the world is far beyond repair

And by trying to fix is I instead force others to see it the same as I do

I see the world as a harsh place, all living things working against me

Yet whenever I try to share my dread I simply spread it from myself to thee

☆

I am the antagonist in everyone's story

Even if they don't know who I am, they hate me nonetheless

I ache to be different, to see the world the same as you

But we all know that will never happen, I can never change my view

[reel-fear]

MIKE BLOCKED ME ON TWITTER FOR ROASTING HIS DUMBASS RESPONSE TO THE GRAPHIC NOVEL STUFF!!

grown ass man scared of the 19-year-old queer being mean to him over his public meltdown more at 8.

[so-worthless-so-empty]

I fucking hate it

I hate crying, but I cry all the time

It pisses me off

I hate loving so hard, but I can’t help but love with my entire being

It pisses me the fuck off

I hate getting so angry, but I’m pissed off

I hate myself

[peripheralyy]

slope.

sometimes i feel

im not doing enough

but the lengths i go

to appreciate you

why isnt the feeling 

reciprocated?

sometimes i think

you hate my guts

i try my best

all that i can

you say “inclusivity”

i held onto it

but after all this time

why am i uninvited?

sometimes i go

“you’re overthinking again”

spiraling down and down

into the never-ending abyss 

down a slippery slope,

made of blood and tears

but what if maybe

its not all in my head

and you just really hate me

don’t you?

sometimes i know

i’m not enough

maybe i take more things

than i bring to the table

i know, i know, i know

you hate my soul

you say that you don’t

but i hear it in your tone

and now i know

i’m overthinking again

i’ll climb back up this slope

and slide back down tomorrow.

[honey-bee-asylum]

When you kissed me I felt nothing. No. Not nothing.

I felt dread. Dread of what is to come. What would you ask of me next?

Then came the disgust. You enjoyed the kiss while I wanted to jump into the river in front of us.

How was I ment go tell you?

Tell you that for all the money you spent on me that I, simply, did not like you.

So I pushed. I tried to make you want to leave and it didn't work.

And then I left. I couldn't explain it to you. You wouldn't understand. You're straight and I'm not.

I don't know what I am.

So when I asked my friends to decried love, I realized something. Something I always wondered but wished wasn't true.

I cannot fall in love.

I can love my family, my friends, my QPP. But not more. I cannot love you. And I knew that it would break you even more.

I want to love. I want to find someone I can kiss and hold and make love with. I want to find someone I can spend my life with and look at them and feel love flowing through me.

But I never will. Because I will never love. And I do not know how to accept that. I need to accept it.

I need to need to accept that I am aromantic. Accept that...

I will never love

[elizabeths-dumbassery]

Waking up each day to remember all the others that couldn't.

Waking up each day remembering all those who couldn't bear to wake up again. Remembering that you could've joined them.

Waking up to a world whose history blurs the line of insanity with its repition.

Waking up to a world that's dying all around us, but the voices of the Earth are drowned by screams for change.

Waking up, too young to be involved but wanting to have a voice too.

Waking up to so much anger, pain, and rage that the only thing to do is feel sick.

Waking up mourning the child who grew up too fast, but not feeling it was fast enough.

Waking up mindful, but mourning.

Waking up scared, hopeful, and bitter for what comes next.

In all the unfairness in the world, sometimes I'm just grateful to wake up.

[sleeplessv0id]

staring at the ceiling with the lights off while feeling physically sick from how empty you feel goes hard tbh

[milfygerard]

living in the inbetween hell where I dont hate or love ttpd enough to agree with anyone on the dash so im just sort of flinching whenever I see a post about it from any side

[hersurvival]

75 pages remain.

I've started using a red pen

To underline quotes

Ever since you told me it was okay

To mark the pages.

After all, it is mine.

I put it down for the night,

But I already know it will be

A long while before I fall asleep.

My head is swimming,

As if I might just..

Fall out of myself.

Does that make sense?

And I am practically gasping for air

Because every deep breath

Doesn't make me feel full.

It's technically Monday.

Maybe a therapist will finally

Call me back today.

[rainy-matcha]

shitty cringey vent poem I wrote at 3am 👍

[exmotranny]

family but not in the blood is thicker than water way or in the we will always be together way because that's stupid and i don't always love them.

but family in excited kitchen conversations and staying in the car for an extra 20 minutes after we get home and hugging you three times before you leave for college and crying about you at midnight but when we're together i hate you is so much easier to say

family in making you an extra cup of hot chocolate and worrying when you get home late and getting offended when people talk bad about you cause that's my brother!

family in forgiving you for every argument and in getting angry when dad hit you and never knowing how to say sorry you had to raise us

family in knowing your birthday by heart but forgetting your favorite color. family in i can't believe you're this old already. family in being afraid of drifting apart.

family in calling you the dumbest person i've ever met. in screaming matches that end in blood. in wishing you'd come home every weekend. in being jealous of you my entire life.

family in being scared every time my sister mentions a guy like she'll get married and get taken away from me, and family in annoying my brother about girls every chance that i get

family in i'd rather die than get locked alone in a room with you, but i would never want anyone else to be related to me.

family in i love you, but i would never say it. i hope you're with me forever.

[hauntedpotat]

Don't you just looove when your entire existence is such an inconvenience to your dad that when you stop to grab something for a school dance he gets upset at you for not prioritizing him over the thing that you're literally there to do

Fuck this shit