#half a vent

[plutosforks]

this guy again boooo booooo click it so it isn't shit

[m4rs-bug-23]

I want a cane our legs hurt all the time :C

I feel like this is valid but I’m too scared to ask

Oh well after we eventually get our diagnosis we might be able to ask for one

[penname-artist]

Poem I made half of a few months ago and the rest of today.

"Reflections"

My tears must be stars, and that's why they burn,

When I can't forget your voice.

It wraps up my corpse in calamity's grief,

That I should have no other choice.

These hands made from silver should tremble and shake,

As prophecies come to fruition.

Eyes like hot glass as they squeeze out my soul,

For they told us of this premonition.

Aged as the sun as it sinks 'neath the waves,

On a promise that it will return.

Soon she will phase like the moon out of sight,

The face of all you will yearn...

Was this lesson not already learned?

Sharpened. The blade has been sharpened to strike,

The danger feels high on the wind.

Empty. This bottle falls empty tonight,

I am too gone to doubt what I'm in.

A torturous torment, a pull like the current,

A thrashing of water and stone.

Your voice is a vision so sharp the incision

Has cut 'cross far further than bone.

These flutters of memoirs, their origin, creators,

An heirloom of gloom and deceit.

That I'd lift my hatchet to swing at the addict,

Reflection is all I would meet.

The danger I sense is but me.

Sleep sweetly.

[m4rs-bug-23]

"YOU are a rat."

full poem under cut

YOU are a rat.

You run. a race, a maze.

YOU are a rat. Some times, Nothing is right.

But you run the race.

You'll lose just like always.

or. at least.

place low.

YOU. are not "HUMAN"

you are many things.

"HUMAN" is not ONE.

..you, are a rat.

[penname-artist]

Words of adoration flutter, fragile works of art,

Sewn together, soft as feathers, holding my glass heart.

Dozens upon dozens, doves have never sent these scrolls,

I won't read them once they're written, for their sorrow's grown a mold.

Half of them are sealed in wax of a cloudy Sunday blue,

Others hold a sage green sigil of a waxing moon.

Never will they open, though they cover creaking floors,

So long as I'm breathing I will know which one is yours.

[evadstra]

I feel like I've changed a lot over the last few days, almost like a different personality completely. Maybe I'm just tired, though.

[korekiyo-shinguji-kisser]

last night was definitely a night indeed idk what to say

[m4rs-bug-23]

Help why we dizzy and kind of nauseous