Ventpoetry Stories

"I've carried this anger for half my life I'm placing it down" Short poems from the years I'm now trying to heal from.

This is just another vent poem I wrote about quite a lot of different things going on in my head recently.

Poems, pillow thoughts, and vent notes. :)

Writing whatever comes to mind

just a story made by some pathetic girl trying to talk about her pathetic life. this story might be relatable or just something to read, but i hope you enjoy anyways.

Vent poetry. Note that in most of the segments, names will not be given. Have fun guessing, I suppose.

[Fair warning, this will talk about self harm and traumatic things/sensitive topics.] This is a throwaway thing. I'm not a professional by any means, just an 18 year old who uses writing as a coping skill. But I figured that I'd share with a bunch of strangers.

"Those hurtful stings burning my skin. One little fight turns everything I cherished into ash." What happens when the people you trust the most weaponize their words against you? Written during the height of heartbreak and overwhelm in Grade 12, Repeating Words is a raw, deeply personal free-verse poem that explores the exhausting mental loop of processing betrayal. It captures the exact moment the mind gets stuck on a cycle-replaying cruel labels, trying to make sense of broken trust, and standing frozen while others laugh it off as a joke. A vulnerable snapshot of survival, healing, and finding your voice when the noise inside your head gets too loud to bear. ✨ An original poem by Foxwriter_55. > If you've ever felt lost in your own thoughts or hurt by the ones you called friends, you are not alone here. Drop a 🖤 in the comments to share your journey.

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Hello!! This is literally just a collection of freeform poems I write when im upset lol, lemme know if they're trash or not.

this is for you. maybe you can relate, if you dont, try to understand or dont.

what's up wattpad, its time for a vent-poetry-book try #2. if you've followed me since the beginning you might remember that i had a vent poetry book. unfortunately i deleted it at 15. anyways, hi, yeah, im lacuna (shadow heart), im 19, + here lies all the shit that fills my head oh also tw: mental illness, trauma, unreality

poems I come up with when I need them some I will record and publish onto youtube.

I 100% would've been lobotomized if I was around in the 1940s. In this short poem, I use words that I personally relate the repetitive nature of having Obsessive Compulsive Disorder feels like.

a poetry book for when i need to vent. will mention possibly triggering or uncomfortable topics. very depressing. enjoy.

Depressing poetry shit tw: SA, Self harm, hallucinations, cringe

Life is unexpected and turbulent. Sometimes there is no verbal way to explain the pains and joys, that is why the written word is so valuable. Enjoy short poems about life.

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