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john p green
florida   
Kunal Kar
India, Delhi   
Michael Murphy
United States    I've always written, but decided to start sharing what I write. I find now that I love anything written by my parents, grandparents... (even recipes) ...
Enygma
18/M/DVO    Call me hopeless, not romantic
Despondent
18/F    "I think I am sick but never can be certain."
Lunar
25/seaside soul    I write to express, not to impress. All works rightfully belong to me unless stated.
Neo From The Waters
29/F/South Africa    I am star dust and dreams..
Eudora
Haruhi
Somewhere Far Far Away    I'm not sure.....
Rassy
Malaysia    I do write.
Tamera Pierce
19/F/West Virginia    I am nineteen years old and going to school to be an English Teacher and I enjoy writing about my angsty experiences. It is nice ...
Vladimir s Krebs
23/M/Bethel park Pennsylvania    I am a creative writer I spend my time in nature and writing poetry I try to find the beauty in thinks that are toxic ...
Melissa
Memphis, TN    Find me on Wattpad, https://www.wattpad.com/user/broswearcapes
Christina Lau
NY    “The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You ...
Jimmy Hegan
gandhinagar    I AM JIMMY FROM INDIA ,VERY CALM AND COOL IN NATURE. MY INTEREST IS IN WRITING POEMS. MY ONE POEM " VIOLENCE IN GUJARAT" WAS ...
RisingUp
Canada    I feel like poetry is the best way to express concepts that many others are unable to understand
J
J
"I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly" -Richard Siken
Austin B
Canada    02-02-1994
The Tinkerer
24/M/New Zealand    Indian I believe in the power of language and the influence of perspective. A Wanderer, A Ponderer. An Amateur Poet I say it as I ...
am i ee
form is emptiness emptiness is form ~ The Heart Sutra Ga-te, ga-te, para-ga-te, para-samga-te, Bodhi svaha! Gone, gone, completely gone, utterly gone, behold Wisdom!
Cody Haag
23/M/Erie, PA    I once compared myself to a flower, But flowers seem to wither apart. They cannot withstand the cold, Nor can they endure a dark heart.
y i k e s
24/F/Everywhere    tiny dots on an endless timeline
pretoria    Poetry is my way of communication.
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