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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
Neo
27/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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