WeepingWisteria

I’m finally here!!! We have a concrete poem: Family Tree Spoken Word Poem: From Forever to Apocalypse Code Poem (they very one in the advertisement): HeartFragmentSearch Tornado Poem: Grieving all ...

The children who died are ghosts. They wander what used to be the school. One of them ate fruit which turned him from human to dragon. Now claws replaced his ...

A Osfl Mk lg Escw Kwfkw Inspired by Spearmint ’s guess “Heart Fragments in Petty Nonsense" tell me one thing love how do i learn gibberish to understand your stories ...

Chrysalis Look me in the eyes. Tell me you wanted me to change. You have called me your butterfly, but you have never let me chrysalize. Keep a caterpillar in ...

@herbalhour, wouldn’t it be nice? XDD @alliyah Thank you!! I really like how both of those poems turned out :3

Everything Made Sense a Day Ago Inspired by alliyah ’s guess “Heart. Fragment. Sin. Peace." I have done everything for you. You used it as a way to take everything ...

The children who died are ghosts. They wander what used to be the school. One of them ate fruit which turned him from human to dragon. Now claws replaced his ...

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Infinity, Pi, Water Count to infinity; tell me the last digit of pi; cup a tablespoon of water in your hands. Humans are defined by our limitations. To be flawed ...

Week Three Omg, I’m so late posting this, but I promise these were written pre the 22nd >.> Strawberry Challenge: For the lines: I went to a seer about us, ...

Shadow Puppets Inspired by KateHardy ’s guess “Hearts for the Wicked" Sometimes, rot is deeper than the surface. During these times, we learn to flay the skin before we mourn. ...

The children who died are ghosts. They wander what used to be the school. One of them ate fruit which turned him from human to dragon. Now claws replaced his ...

The children who died are ghosts. They wander what used to be the school. One of them ate fruit which turned him from human to dragon. Now claws replaced his ...

soulless gods and soulful people carve in counterclockwise strokes down the middle of the cancerous growths along my soul made of bone and spit and war war is the shadow ...