vent's art & poetry dump

here’s my artworks since they get buried from all my reblogs:

my art

vent art

speedpaints

random poetry I did:

my poem

here’s my carrd:

carrd

my vgen for commissions:

vgen

And my other socials:

instagram

cara

There's a certain beauty about you The way you linger, fade away Stare I was afraid A kid with uninvited guests But You kept me company

I was underwater, A blinding sun's daughter My skin is see-through, yet... Your presence remains steadfast and true Almost permanent, lingering, branding like a tattoo

I can see you, Especially when the stars lie bare on the black skies above I can feel you, The soft caress of a million hands on my skin I can hear you, Your forked tongue hissing near my ears

Overwhelming, suffocating, encompassing

Now Your presence remains Faint Always feared Always welcomed

Wonderful, isn't it? The trees and dirt paths Made way for circuitry and Towers of flaking paint

Yet

We smoke from the mountain's remains and Gather for tapuey and burning meat We see people holding on tight to their woven clothes of Carmine, Alabaster, and Ebony And we see artists With their shaky hands painting the gray of our city with Ancestors' Memories

Wonderful, isn't it?

I confess My eyes have been shrouded by white veil Unable to se the colors of those Who share my blood

But now

Carmine, Alabaster, and Ebony The stubbornness of the people How they cling to their inheritance Fills my hollow body with the Soft, white, delicate flowers Of Benguet Lilies