Hisou_Tenshi : Writing

The Origins of the White Rose

The Origins of the White Rose

A Poem by Hisou_Tenshi


The red rose that became white.
Colors of Impurity

Colors of Impurity

A Poem by Hisou_Tenshi


A thought I had about how Love makes us strange in both good and bad ways. How love bares impurity in its locked treasure chest.
To Live To Tomorrow From Today

To Live To Tomorrow From Today

A Poem by Hisou_Tenshi


Will we take care of today so that we can wake up alive tomorrow?
My Gratitude To You

My Gratitude To You

A Poem by Hisou_Tenshi


Just a bit of a poem to express my gratitude to everyone I've ever felt grateful to. It's short but it means a lot.
To Live, To Die

To Live, To Die

A Poem by Hisou_Tenshi


Controller of a life.
I Don't Know This Empty Vertigo

I Don't Know This Empty Vertigo

A Poem by Hisou_Tenshi


Everyone has memories that they want to forget. Wouldn't it be better to just.. flip a switch and make it too dark to see them?