K. Wisendanger
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A literary architect who builds worlds with words.
Stories (69/0)
M.U.S.I.C.
Melodies Used to get Souls In the devil’s Control
By K. Wisendanger 3 months ago in Poets
L.I.F.E
Learning Information From all of your Experiences
By K. Wisendanger 3 months ago in Poets
G.H.O.S.T.
I have become a ghost. Awaiting the day I re-incarnate, but I would need a body to become my host. I remember the good times…cheers—to those I toast. And then…there were the bad times. I know there was a reason for them both. To the bad times I have experienced I hold a grudge. I see a closed door; its crevices are streaming with light, I twist the knob but it won’t budge.
By K. Wisendanger 4 months ago in Poets
Forever My Valentine
1 I’ll forever be your valentine. I admire the thought of the intriguing feeling I have experienced when our tongues and our lips intertwine. It brings a sensational chill that travels up my spine—alongside of your hug, and high makes me feel enchanted and divine.
By K. Wisendanger 4 months ago in Poets
Father Like Sun
My time is very limited during the day. Growing older is like darkness falling, I am getting older —gradually fading away. You are my daughter and my sky. My glow will always be felt and seen on Earth even though I am in the heavens, millions and millions of miles away.
By K. Wisendanger 4 months ago in Poets
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