Snow is a beautiful
marvelous thing;
as you listen outside
for the church bells to ring.
...
We are wax upon a canvas.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Held in suspense despite the time that passes by.
We have been melted,
...
If we were stars, we
Would watch the tides roll
In and out every night. We'd be sleepless
And helpless. We'd stay awake through
...
Just your average 15 yr-old girl, living the life of her dreams, until one day she realized how perfect her life had been and how terrible her life was going to be in a few months. I'm weird. Yup. Photography. Poetry. Breathing. Philosophy. Metaphors. Transcendentalism. Music. That's about it. Add me on Instagram, I guess. @chronikul_jwc If you have any questions a bout my prose, message me. Leaving comments that constructivly criticise is appreciated. Please check out my latest poems, 'Stars Can't Be Seen During the Day' and 'Wax'. Comment and rate? Thanks.)
Unknown Forest
bright eyes glare at me
wolf's howl sounds in the distance -
where am I to go?