K. Wisendanger
Bio
A literary architect who builds worlds with words.
Stories (61/0)
W.I.F.E.
Getting married is not difficult but staying married…. is not easy. From overpowering the urges of lust, to overcoming the insecurities and feelings of distrust, to dealing with the complacency and the marital changes that forces one another to compromise, negotiate and adjust. Material things will not always be abundant, but your love for one another should always be robust. Keep in mind, things will change, but…as long as those changes are for the betterment of us.
By K. Wisendanger 5 months ago in Poets
G.A.N.G.
I want to change the past, I really wish I could…. I wish I was never influenced by poverty, society, and the wrong crowds in my neighborhood, —as they also were influenced by a dysfunctional household, alongside of other traumatic events they have experienced during their childhood.
By K. Wisendanger 5 months ago in Poets
The Undefined Painting
IN THE WILD It is dark, and I have trouble staying dry. The sky is moody, and unheavenly; it growls, the clouds cry heavily. I walk cautiously: my paces are pre-calculated as I travel deep into the void of a misty, haunting forest. I am terrified and unbelievably shaken: the sky growls like a tyrannosaurus. I find a tree stump isolated from the towering trees; it rests on a soft, moist, colorful, bed of leaves. I inhale and exhale slowly - gasping with a sense of relaxation, thinking to myself: "This is just the perfect environment to delve into my imagination." I sit with my eyes fixed on the unembellished sky, fascinated with the stormy weather. Dark weather prompts dark thoughts... some of which I don't want to remember.
By K. Wisendanger 2 years ago in Fiction
Intuition
Intuition When it speaks do not mute it. The message can be a warning, encouragement, or advice that can be therapeutic. At first, false identities, hidden agendas, and false realities may not be translucent. But, intuition will enable you to see through it- further empowering us to refute it - piercing through the wicked shell as we come to our senses, and once again... becoming prudent. But beware... because once the truth is revealed, your eyes may be wounded.
By K. Wisendanger 3 years ago in Poets