Hyde Wunderli
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Enthusiast of gothic romanticism and strong themes.
Here for the dopamine, the passion, and the challenge to push my comfort zone.
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Renaissance Room
I was an old man by the time I returned to the house, long after the war had emptied its lungs and fallen quiet. The stairwell leaned as if age were a weight it could no longer disguise. Still, the shape of my childhood waited for me at the top floor, patient as only the past can be.
By Hyde Wunderli 2 months ago in Fiction
Eldritch. Content Warning.
My best friend is a murderer. “Out of love,” he says—though I hardly believe him. He seems far too eager to lift the universe and crush me beneath its unbearable weight. To bring death to my soul over and over again. An unfathomable kind of death that disorients the senses. A quick slope to losing oneself—until you’re regurgitated by your own perceptions.
By Hyde Wunderli 10 months ago in Psyche
When the World Burns
When the world burns I will lay in your bed of roses-feel the lavender of your skin cool the heat of my wounds. And you shall turn your cheek to the comfort of my pulsing heart, where we then embrace the view of this Devine tragedy called life.
By Hyde Wunderli about a year ago in Poets
An ode to Aria
A smiles worth will triple when you need it most. Oh, and when you gleam it inspires me to duplicate your fire. A gentle hands caress will soothe your heart that stutters. I will be right here when you wander, my hand outstretched-an act of stable trust.
By Hyde Wunderli about a year ago in Poets
