WeepingWisteria

Once I met a bird Sitting out amongst the fern Bird and fern rhyme, right? Just like right rhymes with kite. Or do they? I can't tell.

Reached stability Or perhaps I think I did Can one ever tell?

Plants wither away The time comes to part with them Leaves disintegrate But this flower of ours last This bloom in our hearts survives

I smell of thick smoke Tendril flames weave 'round my palms Burning, burning, gone I am so burnt-out y'all-

I suppose you are all cowardly to purposely ignore what's right in front of your nose. And I suppose I'm your villainess, forever doomed to shoulder your own incompetence. And ...

What is society, and what is humanity? Where does one start to create the other? Is humanity anything more concrete than a construct? If you strip away society, what of ...

Alright, @alliyah. Here's a Magic 9. :) Perhaps I did not think this through Of course not; how could I When I found myself staring at you Like some poor ...

The Revolutionaries: Revolution, magic, and courage. Introspection and Self: Personality, identity, and psychoanalysis Reality is a Sadist: Anger, Life, and Death

I do not blame you I never could, after all So, the fault is mine

It bores deep and nests Sticks criss-crossed like an embrace Eggs and shiny and new

When they should be gone They lie in wait in shadows Just biding their time.

I’m fighting against Something much larger than I For the sake of life.

You did a good job! In a soft blanket I lay my old, rusty soul To let it slumber

Your rays, life giver Shine through the hazy blank fog Hiding me away

Sounds horrifying To stay forever stagnant When everything shifts