A Vent Poem. (Patreon)

TW: it’s quite dark and has a lot of personal implications of my past and a lot of tragic things, from being betrayed by close friends, being abused, physically, sh stuff too, it’s generally quite dark, but I thought maybe the art of it, could has a slight mention of hurt/death, but not in a literal way.

I want to make clear that I’m okie! Even if I’m not perfect! I wrote it to express some feelings on paper, and It’s really difficult to share things like this, but I feel like somehow if I share it, I’ll be able to get past it, I only hope it doesn’t make someone sad, I have a lot of happy too! I just felt like I curled up and let the scary and bad feelings well up for a long time, so I figured I could express them in art. I know how many had it worse than me, and it breaks my heart that so many go through so much, but it’s not the end even if there are scars. You’re loved and will always have a safe place here.

On another note, I will be making audios again as soon as my voice heals ! Should be as soon as tonight or tomorrow c: I love you all lots and feel free to share your own poems in the comments, I love to try and understand poems even if they can be so incredibly simple and complex all at once.

Walls and flowers twist and spiral,

Like curtains falling on my beguile,

Gripping hands to steal my neck,

stripping smiles, to steal my body,

Hands, slow and greedy reach through my ears,

Nails catch flesh and hearts catch tears,

And piercing howls scream to disappear.

But still no answer? Why, oh why?

What sin stains me, a bleak and creeping death,

Hate and love both kiss the bitter smell of cold breath,

Alone or together the bleeding sighs,

Clean the fleshy bruises from behind my eyes,

What am I? Why, oh why?

The hated one, who sleeps with one eye.

What more can I give? What’s more to do?

Holding tight, so tight, my skin turns blue,

Still I cry. Why, oh why?

Because your truth is nothing but lies.

Snapping innocent wings that try to fly,

Flapping and trying, despite how high,

And yet the fall remains, and curses my guise,

To learn a lesson, a lesson for me,

I’ll burn my lips, so the pain can free,

My empty eyes that look toward hope,

With puppet strings that constrict and garrote,

I love you? Why, oh why?

That who’s hand that claws and rakes,

Clutching handfuls of flesh no matter the aches,

I smile and promise I’m doing just great,

Breathing wilted petals and peeling paint,

Which live in my skin, until my vision falls faint.

Aaaaaa I’m so nervous sharing this because it’s so dark and something very deep in my past, the trauma and troubles in artistic form. I hope that sharing this can inspire y’all to express yourself without fear, I want you all the have a lovely night and I will do everything I can to make everything much better! Please feel free to ask if you have any questions of the meaning, though I will warn it’s quite dark. But I feel like through sharing it, I may be able to help someone else who went through such things. Love you all so much ;-;