22/F/Spent Out    The door is open, stand and knock, you hold the key, not all is lost.

nonexistent    nothin' is something.

Rome, Ga with DaSH    Message me anytime to chat or collab :) ~27~MADLY IN LOVE WITH DASH ❤❤❤❤ mother~writer~reader~lover~fighter~dreamer~15 years experience~grammar nazi~hilarious~silly~modest~sarcastic~POET ~caring~speed reader~excessive follower~Johnny Depp Fan~long hair~tall~bbw~artist~aspiring photographer~smoker~loyal~honest ...

25/F/New Jersey    Honestly I'm just living life day by day, and writing from a perspective that is nothing less than crazy. Don't try to figure me out, ...

20...Student...Ireland

" I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds ...

Grimace, gash I'm made of ash And your fire can't Burn me

America    My writing is from the heart. I spend little time planning my poems. A thought pops into my head and I give it freedom. All ...

philippines    “write with you heart, edit with your mind”

M/Virginia    38| Gemini | Father of one Beautiful Girl "Yesterday I was clever so I wanted to change the world , today I'm wise so I ...

19/F/Pennsylvania    mia / 19 / lowercase trash http://lesspreciousmetals.tumblr.com pfp from sir anthony van dyck

M/Birmingham (England)    A writer with PTSD, struggling to maintain his place in the world. All my poems are copyrighted to me. ©

26/F/Under The Sea    Please don't use or recreate my poems.

19/Cisgender/find me at a cemetery.    does growing up count as childhood trauma

with(out) Wolf    That first "Hello" was a reunion. The final "Goodbye" - - an impossibility. (Cover photo by Winnie Carolina)

Burnley    I write songs for my band badhands

Seattle    I'm just here Looking for me

dreamer

29/F/South Africa    I am star dust and dreams..