Vent Stories

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ʟɪꜰᴇ this is just an archive/diary of the author because even the worst ideas need to rot somewhere. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

POETRY Words bro also this whole thing is TW

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exactly what it sounds like uh i'mma sound a lil silly when venting bc that's just how i cope/act, sorry-

This is an all-about-me book. You can read or skip, it's mainly me venting and sharing ideas.

I'ma talk about my life and shit

Vents

the most random stuff ever

Scaramouche has a simple problem of expressing his feelings and many other stuff. A ginger decides to give him time and love he really needs. ✧⁠\⁠(⁠>⁠o⁠<⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠✧ sorry I really don't know if I can still go on with being silent about my problem, so I'm making it into story with my comfort ship-

dumpster full my feelings !

I vent, you read, boom. All Poems are Copyrighted under my name. Publication or reposting any and all poems are unauthorized. Message me privately if you wish to do so (I took pic btw)

phrases, poems and a bit more

Collection (maybe) of short free verse poems, things I kept in notebooks, in silence, in myself with no proper structure-just honesty.

Plenty of vents about negative stuff happening But anything positive that happens, I just need to word vomit onto a page!

In starry nights, two lovers abide. In the midst of the clouds covering the stars, there came the act of love. Through this, a girl was born, a newborn who looked liked burnt steak. Odd. But as she grows up, her parents soon to realize the glow she holds. It was great, but do they know the trust behind all those bright lights? The reason for all those medals? And the cause of such carelessness of their daughter within those honorable titles.

"...I'm sorry, Josuke." (Y/n) concealed her countenance, stricken with culpability, behind her palms. "If I had told you the truth about my life-about my stand-we wouldn't be in this mess to begin with...we may never see Okuyasu and Koichi and Jotaro again...you may never see your mother again...And it's all my fault...I'm so sorry..." Josuke's entire demeanor softened like a sigh. He tenderly pried (Y/n)'s hands off her face, tucking a piece of hair clinging to her tear-stained cheek behind her ear, and embraced her, where she wept further into his shoulder. "No, (Y/n)...I'm the one who owes you an apology. I never should have lost my cool with you the way I did, no matter how..." "No matter how...?" His signature pompadour was now a curtain of messy, violet locks draping to his shoulders, hence why he had no hesitation to run a shaking hand through it. "...I've been in countless situations where I've been on the brink of death, or had loved ones killed before my eyes, and yet, I've never felt more terrified than today, when I thought I lost you..." The vision of hours ago was still fresh; he opened his eyes to paint a picture of reality, a portrait of life, and it took (Y/n) caressing his cheek, brushing away a tear from his eye, and presenting a smile that fluttered his heart to ease him. "And how can I call myself Morioh's protector if I almost couldn't protect the girl I love most?" Cover: Illust Artz

Almost all my relatives live in a different city or state, and I have no friends in my area. Yet I want it to stay this way. I have a distaste for real worlders as a whole. Why? Just see them from my point of view. Please respect my opinions.

Silly little poems, that's all!! :3

You don't have to read this, I just wanna get it out of my system. I wouldn't rate this mature, but it is a small vent story, a retelling of parts of my life, so slight warning I guess. Might get more chapters, idk. The child in the picture is not me, I found it on google and messed with it in ibis paint.

(a book of poems) What the heart can't say and the mind can't comprehend. A collection of experiences based on love, drama, heartbreak, pure frustration & utter confusion. No structure or rules here. Hopefully you can relate. Enjoy :)