#venting poem

[kiwicvts]

(Content warning: Depression, Venting, Sh) The overwhelming anger makes me shake, A tempest brewing within, ready to break. Cutting becomes my solace, my reprieve, A momentary escape, a way to deceive. The blade against my skin, a cruel dance, An outlet for emotions, a desperate chance. The pain releases anger, lets it flow, But in the aftermath, a hollow echo. The scars I bear, a silent testament, To battles fought, and moments spent. Yet, deep within, a yearning for peace, For anger to subside, for solace to increase.

[demonicxfire]

The Everlasting Eternal Torture

Hi guys! This is my first poem!

I know, I could have done much better, but I was at school when I wrote most of it...

Anyways, I hope you'll like it!

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Words can fly away.

Desires can do that too,

But they instead prefer to torment us

Because we don't have wings to fly.

...

But wings aren't really wings.

Wings are the key.

And the Beast needs this key

To escape from his Everlasting Eternal Cage...

...

But the Beast trapped in this cage, is also tied by three chains.

Society.

Day.

Loop.

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Society has chained the Beast's left arm.

He always has to handle the pain of a million people pulling the chain.

...

Day chained the Beast's neck.

He's forced to constantly see an extremely bright light.

But from time to time, this light diminishes.

And from time to time, it vanishes completely.

Just to keep the Beast at peace, they will do everything.

However, this moment of peace only serves to prepare it to a new cycle of torture.

A new pain.

Always the same.

Always painful.

...

Loop chained the Beast's right arm.

Loop does always the same things.

Loop always makes sure to destroy the Beast's hope.

Loop works together with Society.

Behind the Beast, the Chain of Loop is tied to the Chain of Society.

Destruction of the mind, hopelessness, physical pain.

...

Destruction of the mind, hopelessness, physical pain.

Always the same.

Always painful.

...

For the Beast had lost hope...

Since a lot of time.

For the Beast... gave up, and went Hollow.

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Tired, of hearing the same things, of experiencing the same things, of being tortured eternally, to suffer eternally.

Tired, of everything.

...

However, all of a sudden, behind the Beast, a new glimpse of light appeared:

A new Fire awakened.

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Slowly, growing.

Ash, lit.

...

For when the Fire grew enough,

The Beast fully regained hope.

For when the Fire grew up,

The Beast was ready.

...

For he once tried to escape.

He almost succeeded.

But he failed.

...

Consequences came immediately.

...

Chains became stronger.

Torture became worse.

...

Stronger, more painful.

...

Since then, nothing has been the same.

It will never be.

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Torture became worse.

It felt more painful.

...

At the beginning, he was used to it.

However, behind the Beast, that glimpse of light never went away.

Hope never abandoned him.

...

When Day ends his torture,

The Beast can see... the Moonlight.

Once again, he was gaining hope.

...

Hope, useless.

...

He started to feel something new.

Crave, need.

...

And started to dream.

...

Dreams, drugs.

Night, Infinity.

Moon, Hope.

Forest, Home.

Escape, Salvation.

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The Beast wanted more.

...

He was used to the torture. His eternal, nonsense torture.

But crave got stronger, and once again, he felt everything.

Everything.

...

Hope of seeing the Gods that gave him hope,

Hope of living the life he should really live.

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Everything made everything much worse.

...

For his torture got worse,

But the Beast still hasn't lost it.

Hope.

...

For he knows for sure.

Everything will end.

..

And the End, means... destruction.

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Destruction of the Everlasting Eternal Torture.

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For when he will see with his eyes

The Night shining Dark.

...

For when he will be able praise

The Goddess that gave him hope.

...

For when he will be able to hear Her Moonlight.

...

For when he will live his life,

In his real home.

...

For when everything will happen,

He will finally... be free.

[howlsnteeth]

24/05/2022

[flowrrs4u]

and it's so deserving

[sleeplessv0id]

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

[poempoetryandmore]

i think i‘ll always love you

even if its just a little bit

ten years from now a piece of my heart will still beat for you

maybe its the curiosity of ,what if‘

or maybe its the emptiness speaking

but nomatter why,

i‘ll always love you

[tommy2020]

I’m a boy and I kiss other boys.

I’m a boy and I was not born a boy.

I’m a boy and I use unconventional pronouns.

I’m a boy and I want to live as a boy.

I’m a boy and I want to be free to say that out loud.

I’m a boy and I want to live without fear of being hurt.

Just like the other boys.

My friend is a girl and she likes boys.

My friend is a girl and she was not born a girl.

My friend is a girl and uses she/her.

My friend is a girl and she wants to be called a girl, not a slur.

My friend is a girl and she should be allowed to live as a girl.

My friend is a girl and she shouldn’t be assaulted because she is a girl.

Just like the other girls.

My sibling is nonbinary and they like every gender.

My sibling is nonbinary and they were not born that way.

My sibling is nonbinary and uses whatever pronouns they feel like.

My sibling is nonbinary and wants to be perceived as a person too.

My sibling is nonbinary and should be allowed to choose what they call themselves.

My sibling is nonbinary and shouldn’t be shoved under the rug because their gender identity “doesn’t make sense”.

Just like other people.

WE ARE PEOPLE.

TRANS RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS.

[cryingbard]

If you see this, it's not too late.

[incognito-melancholia]

[saduboiss]

I’m okay.

it’s getting bad again

[psychobulimic]

I was a fucking idiot to think things would get better!!!

[cubicdoor]

My inner child is in love with somebody I don't love anymore and it's such a confusing feeling. It doesn't feel safe like my first love, nor does it feel exciting and refreshing like my first crush. If anything, it feels rigid and structured, like something that is supposed to be just for the sake of convenience and fulfilling expectations. It feels like something that should be, since I grew up thinking I needed it, but now I'm not so sure. I've moved on from being that person. I grew. And yet...

[bloodycokefangs]

I don't wanna feel this pain anymore

[stxrbpd]

remembering the fact bpd is considered a terminal illness and my own brain is trying to constantly kill me. im never going to be okay.

[grendel-menz]

a nail through my shoe/I can't

[hamoodmood]

Albert Camus core