WeepingWisteria

Hello! I'm just going to start dumping my stats here. Thread: Reality is a Sadist Comments: 1. Through the Thistles 2. Late Night Thoughts 3. Dream Jars (and other storied ...

This is an interesting poem. At first, I was worried it was going in a completely different direction, and perhaps it is; it's hard to tell in a good way, ...

@MailicedeNamedy hmmm.... truth.

Hey, Rida! Salvador Dali's Persistance of a Memory is an inspiring piece, and I'm excited to see another poet's perspective! The repetition of the line "who's to say ghosts aren't ...

Hello, Elinor! This poem captures the bittersweet of growing up and seeing memories in hindsight. It's almost saccharine, a particular type of rose-coloured glasses memory you try your best to ...

Hey, Lim! Your second poem, Sunset Corridor, is so peaceful. It feels warm to me, like I'm wandering down that corridor you describe and watching the sunset. Your imagery does ...

Hello, Rook! I must say, I'm absolutely in love with the powerful imagery you've written. That ending? Amazing. It's a powerful form of gore that catches you off guard. Honestly, ...

Wow! What a lovely little poem. Especially with that strong opening. Nicely done.

What if the King Thinks Themself an Idol What if the king thinks themself an idol? That their throne is spun with lies? Does that tarnish the silver in their ...

Ghost of Pitiful Memories There is a ghost on my roof It wanders in circles throughout the night Chains scraping over roof tiles Dizzying whispers sneaking through my window There ...

Choked by a Script I just want to be myself today To speak in mumbled whispers and flawed sentences To stumble and trip and scrape my knees But it’s not ...

Pray Tell, What Is There to Gain from Losing the War Say, we have fought the same war for years now Peace could just be on the horizon If only ...

The Cosmic Wonderings of a Teenager I wonder what it’s like to know you’re going to die. I mean, I know I’m going to die. Everyone knows life doesn’t go ...

Bloodless; I Bleed My veins have been empty for a long time. Someone came along and drained them, licked the jagged edges of my flesh clean. My hands throb in ...

I’m doing good! A little tired, but good. I’m glad I noticed your messages; it’s fun to talk in secret like this.