Like smoke it creeps
Down silent streets,
And through open doors
Wearing innocent skin,
And saccharine smiles,
It lives between whispers
From friend to friend,
And dies on the lips
|Probably my favourite deviation at the moment. A little poem on rumours that I wrote on a whim (during History class, when I should have been studying).|
Okay, so. If you know me at all, you'll probably know me as sniickers. This is... well, I created this account to submit my writing and such, but I haven't really written anything to submit yet (besides the rather... iffy poems in my gallery).
I'm going to use this account for my writing, poetry and photography, and maybe the occasional other piece of art (things I create for Art at school, or just random things I don't think fit over at sniickers).
I'd love to read what you write, so if you have a recommendation please send me a link or something! I'm not the best writer, but if you want it, I'm willing to give advice... most of the time. One thing you'll learn about me (if you haven't already) is that I am extremely lazy and prone to procrastination.
Anyway, hope you enjoy watching me, guys!