Allusions Stories

the sky is overcast, and i'm sorry. minven angst. min and venti are my ocs and belong to me. (M1CHY30 on wattpad ,, eunseoki on TH ,, michyeo on quora ,, sinhwa on ao3.)

- discontinued but will stay published because I love the graphic ➷ cover by @coxkora ✧.*

This is another side book to the main story. Everything here isn't canon to the actual story as it will take place in AUs. Some characters will remain the same, some will be new that might or might not show up in the main storyline. What takes place here is just another day in Hellsalem's Lot. Blood Blockade Battlefront (Kekkai Sensen) © Yasuhiro Nightow Servamp © Strike Tanaka

The simplest way to convey something is through beautiful, simple words. They portray the most complex, and the most layered issues. Whether it's the daydreams I fantasize, or the issues of the world, I will write about it. This is my poetry. This is my heart. Don't break it.

The Piper's Lament Echoes off cave walls, He sits alone, old and worn, Watching the seasons drift by In wait for his next storm. --- The word prompts for 'Versification2023' all in one book Runner up for the Word Prompt for day 21: Overwhelmed. Poem titled: The Magician and The Fool.

The fountains in the Devil's Garden are built from the walls of taken fortresses, burnt castles, and ravaged palaces.

Poetry :3 thank you so very deeply if you took the time to read this, you're so incredibly appreciated and I wish you safe and healthy tidings, and fair winds.

Also on FanFiction.Net A kind and gentle message for the retarded spammers who won't leave me the fuck alone and actually read the fucking story I post on FanFiction.Net and review without offering commissions.

short poems for fun

Kid gets sent to a world. Kid needs to escape.

Sisters Jane and Leda have survived in a world overrun by a curse that runs rampant, infecting both people and animals alike, until they are either killed or controlled. Jane, infected with the curse, has limited time, and this time is cut short when the two of them are surrounded by those who have become zombies to the curse while making their way on a journey towards safety. One must fight and one must flee. A sacrifice and a last stand.

Poetry about writing Poetry

For the sun cannot last, Through the depths of the night, So shall my light be past, But my memory burn bright. Poems from a soul armed with words.

The Murder of Crows is a collection of experimental poems I've written. Most of them are written as a way of relaxing, ironically, from the stress and pressure of exams and studying. I hope you enjoy them. They are poems, and therefore their only real purpose is to invoke some emotion, even if it is different from what I wanted. Once again, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy them.

A guide to lost dreamers ~ where you find quotes, poetry, and mystic works from artsy days Seek the unknown, for now, might be, the only chance, you ever get. <3 So, fancy fancying? © 2021 Ayedyllyc