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Torean
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PathStep 103 Compassion hearts21,048 Forum posts10,519 Forum upvotes13,489 Current upvotes13,489 Age GroupAdult Last activeNovember, 2026 Member sinceSeptember 1, 2014
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'Tween the horror of space, and the terror of time.

(If you're curious about the profile picture, that's Nessa, my guinea pig. (Named after Ness from Earthbound). She's the guinea pack leader, and some of her favorite things include fresh veggies, Deftones, and Strong Bad Emails.

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Careless Vampire
Poetry / by Torean
Last post
 December 27th, 2025
...See more I have no idea how long ago I wrote this, just found it again. @4579Xx @Jesusredeemedme2425 @TinyWhisper11 @cyanessence Careless Vampire Careless vampire… I’ve read your pages. Immortality?... You would. I should never have trusted you. What is this curse you left me?! What is this thirst you left me?! I hate this body… This fragile host of illness and psychosis. Every day I feel the pain, I wish you never created me! How long can you expect this cycle to last? You’re no top of the food chain… You’re the lowest of the low. It’s a dull child who knows less than their father… With my knowledge comes power greater than yours.
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Dark Potion
Poetry / by Torean
Last post
 December 27th, 2025
...See more @Tinywhisper11 @jesusredeemedme2425 @Cyanessence @Pinetreetree @4579Xx Dark Potion There's this structure, That everyone builds their life around. And I used to stumble in, I'm pretty sure the architects were laughing at me. I wanted to know all the things I couldn't feel, Spent some time with things I shouldn't feel. I was watching for a specific color, yours, Binocular vision, but not tunnel vision. No, I was so flexible, That I bent myself into contortions of the possessed. They recommended Dark Potion to me, To balance out the tyranny of light, They recommended Dark Potion, A classic taste to keep us up all night. Somehow I knew the robots would take over, They come to address the grinning damned, Grinning, shambling, they've come, To drag me to h311 again, Looking so very pleased to see me. I could dunk myself like a donut, Buddy, I'm sweet. I could just relax in the heat, Let the steam take away my breath. They recommended Dark Potion to me, It feels so good to lose control. They recommended Dark Potion, So that I can drink my own soul. The animal in the code, you'd be surprised, You'd be shocked what grows in the dark, Serrated, my words, serrated and jagged, Sickly sweet with a venom that smells like life. We're a generation that grew up alongside, We’re like a dark house on a summer day. Haunted, but not so, so unreasonable, It's just a little lonely to see everything. Yeah, they recommended Dark Potion, To help us forget about the view up top. They recommended Dark Potion, To make sure what goes up has to drop.
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The Unblinking Blackouts
Poetry / by Torean
Last post
 December 27th, 2025
...See more TW::::::::: (and foreword) (If you're triggered by language regarding fire@rms or negative emotion in writing, you should pass on this one. I've been questioning what someone once told me, that "I never take responsibility for my transgressions." I have tried, to the extent that I was capable of at the time, but I want to be a better person. The problem is, that though I'm undiagnosed, I seem to have symptoms that people with BPD and PTSD describe. I've felt dissociations, and I've really acted out before in irresponsible or hurt#ful ways. This poem is about me stru#ggling with that, and wanting to do better. Also, apologies for some of these words being changed. I'm making the filters think I'm in a ¢risis, not the case.) @Jesusredeemedme2425 @Tinywhisper11 @cyanessence @PineTreeTree @4579Xx The Unblinking Blackouts Pacing like a tiger, Salivating liar, Gonna pull out all the stops today… Heavy, yet all the way to the sky, The clouds seem to turn red like wine, Make sure this coming storm will stain… Blackout again, or am I pretending? I have power inside to light up the sinning. I know if I blink, I’ll miss it, All gone in an instant. Come to and everything's spinning… A precise ¢ut that won't heal, I've grabbed the hand with cold steel, Twisted and turned it back the other way… Am I aware that I'm playing God? Pull the trigg.er, hear the sh0t, Could any vessel hold my pai.n? Blackout again, though everything went white. Did I let something out, or let it inside? I paced and I laughed, and I could have cried, Why do I feel more alive, When a part of me has d! ed?..
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Rxplore
Poetry / by Torean
Last post
 May 30th, 2025
...See more *Forward note - I hope you enjoy. This poem is about a time when I was forced to be on meds, and it kept going really badly no matter what they put me on. Therapy is what really helped me in the end. It's part of why I'm really grateful for this place, and just know that if you see any mental health professionals, you deserve to have one that listens to you. They usually know what's best, but your mental health is the important part. @jesusredeemedme2425 @Tinywhisper11 @cyanessence Rxplore I can see the cockroaches, I feel sleazy as if, I just got dunked face-first, In a cooled-down deep-fat fryer. And I know deep down, The oxygen isn't draining from the room. But I know deep down, That I can't brush this taste out of my mouth. They gotta find my puzzle piece, Trial and error. I can't feel my cheek, I can't remember. What's my imbalance? Well, I have a suggestion. The whole world's unbalanced, And it's not just depression. There’s things unaddressed, And I've found my voice, But they aren't listening, And I don't have a choice. Not just a change of treatment plan, I'd love to change the institution, Because sometimes meds are helpful, But in my case it was body pollution. The important thing, Was reaching out, But I gotta be careful, Of which helping hand I grab. I can't see the cockroaches now. But I can recall seeing between the lines, Falling through the cracks, But they also lead everywhere, Anywhere but here.
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I Seen it on the TV
Poetry / by Torean
Last post
 May 29th, 2025
...See more ***The poem below is about the absurdity of internalizing truth in what we see in the general mainstream, including that which divides us. I feel like it could come across as confusing or offensive, and the former is fair, but I'm definitely not trying to offend anyone. I purposely wrote this using a Southern dialect, because one side of my family talks in that style, and I've been at odds with the things they try to tell me for most of my life. I hope you enjoy, and hope this disclaimer explains some things! That said, I had to spend close to an hour chopping this up... The original version wasn't near as PG, so if it doesn't fully add up, that's probably why. @jesusredeemedme2425 @TinyWhisper11 @cyanessence I Seen it on the TV Didn't y'all seen God there on the TV? Did you recognize? Sittin' on a loveseat that don't love you back, Son, you gotta learn to change your channel different. Ain't nothin' fancy, ain't nothin' fancy, And probably better if it ain't. Probably better if it ain't. Say again, You us-and-them salesman, Say again, You hivemind stuntman. They show it to you twice, It's significant. They show it to you a third, It's propaganda and a spanking. Son, I'm-a whoop you senseless, My kids eat it everyday, Like processed meat byproduct, It's where we take all our defective garbage to sell it. Giant belt buckles alone don't keep your pants up, And you think that you know what's best. For every story you never wrote, And every lesson you never learned. Thought they were clever, Having the deaf build the next phallic Tower. Yeah, some of us can read signs, But those of us who do, Know there was a universal language we were left with all along. Violence. I know it's real, I seen it on the TV. Son, you gotta learn to change your channel different.
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Haunted Ships
Poetry / by Torean
Last post
 May 28th, 2025
...See more Haunted Ships Such a lovely occasion, Such generous hospitality. The weariness that comes from, 1,000 fantasy realities. I can rest here… The home is open, But the door is closed. The door is closed? Walking me down the hallway, As my mind begins to slip, Talking in my sleep, I say Something about haunted ships. Mortal danger is grinning, An insect in a hot pink spiderweb, In words there is meaning, Especially the one that I manage to catch. Why was I fighting? What I had was worth fighting for, But I’d already lost something, And then I lost a whole lot more. Blurry muted human body, A lucid dream by force. Monster creations we've been plotting. It’s like heaven, but worse. It's like heaven, but worse. … I can open my eyes now, I can move around free. I've become the spider somehow, There's venom in my teeth. Could, should, bite. Feed off of life. Promises, promises, All that haunts vessels, But I already know the curse, It's like heaven, but worse. It's like heaven, but worse.
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TK Reboot
Pen Pals / by Torean
Last post
 2 hours ago
...See more A chat between two platonic friends from across the interwebs. If you're not us and want to chat, please make a new chat and tag us. This one is public, but others commenting or liking comments in this particular thread will likely make us uncomfy. To anyone with concerns, mods or otherwise: If you have concerns, please bring them up to us so that we can address them appropriately. We, too, want to help keep 7Cups a safe and positive place.
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