Writing

[Abstract Poetry]

One night, you look into the mirror and see what you don't expect to see.

A shape poem.... though the shape is kind of wonky. :{D (They're supposed to be wings, but it's really hard to get them to be!)

White noise blankets this morbid realm Despotic critique besmirched his principled compass Promptly margins divided spirits As veraci..

Just how does it feel?

Short and weird

Monarchies victorious over Eternal Night In an era swollen with darkness Surrounded by Hell Knights and Skeleton Warriors Emerges on ..

“I could be dead.” He said, casually leaning against the cracked wood of the park bench. Five years was the number and with each came a n..

*Don't read if you don't like lesbians/Yuri*

Tags WEIRD