M/nyc    A poetpourri history of a journey from naissance to humility, in between, the white (s)pacing of poems decorating a life...to read me is to perhaps, …

Long Island    When I write poetry, I can feel flowers growing out of my fingertips. Blissfully moody and miserably young. Always loving, always cursing. Mental illness survivor, …

If only I was something Or someone profound. Here I am a silly teenager, Apathy and immaturity pinning me to the ground.

Medford Oregon,    I am Jessica Applegate hit it up?' stay true to the realist, make proud stay loud, in a bad mood?. don't ever be rude. don't …

Freckles, music and a plethora of nutella.

Melbourne    The chronicles being born in the eye of the storm and surviving in the hands of hell.

outside your heaven babe    I write. Sometimes the words write me .and every poem is just a prelude to the next. I am messy, emotional, I love passionately, and …

Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart.

Yellow Brick Road    A grenade wrapped in love letters.

USA    Just out here surviving and writing ~ *These poems are my property and mine only

F/I wander    I use poetry to cope

Ontario    Former English & Psychology student at WLU. Oh, you rebel you. Oh, you Casanova you.

bye.

New Jersey    nunchi.weebly.com

UK    A pen dropped is a thought caught in freefall.

Bremerton, WA    let the words come out through your arm

India    Thriving on procrastination, internet, microsoft word and electricity. And food. A lot of food.

24/F/New Jersey    "Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted." -Percy Shelley

"I'm not much a poet but a criminal"