"i. they tell me they 
cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them
 that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. science. history. iv. but i want to speak. there are moments that fleet away when i do not store them. there are impulses that dab off when i do not write. v. when i am alive, i burst
open with Slyvia Plath and Robert Frost. my hair fluffs with words. my veins cry with poetry. vi. welcome to my poetry book. i hope you drown in the words you sink in." ©theperfectphoenix Established -- [09-03-2016] Highest Rank : #2 in Poetry. Now A Wattpad Featured Book! [20-05-2016]

Split my head open and you shall see stars.

Skylar Keaton doesn't believe in miracles, or God, or anything else that isn't scientific fact, so maybe that's why Halley Demarco was able to turn Skylar's life upsidedown. She wasn't a miracle, she was a comet.

In the middle of our walk of life, I found myself within a dark forest, for the straightforward pathway had been lost. [male pov] copyright © cockynarry, 2016