chicago    digging through the depths of my deepest thoughts creating poetry

122/Non-binary/Death's Door    Truly just writing for myself, whether it's a messy (or not-so-messy) poem or just a "diary" entry. This is where I come to release my …

M/Alone with Everybody.   

25/Female/Canadian    “Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald

Someone once said today will be yesterday and tomorrow will never come... so love today with all your heart, tomorrow might be too late... Friendship …

Hopefully you'll find fragments of yourself carefully & carelessly placed upon the stanzas . And when you do, I hope you understand where I was …

Washington, DC    a wanderer in search of a Muse.. http://skyblueandblack.com/ http://about.me/skyblueandblack

Honolulu Hawaii    Writer of variety of styles and feel and not only one, .. depending on the mood. R.I.L. daddy. You gave birth to my passion. Poetry …

Purgatory    Come take a walk, join me in my moonlit charade, shadows play, darkness sings, the curtain opens and the act begins ...

Mexico    Always wanted to be a writer. Life and the allure of honky-tonks took me on the scenic route.

portland, maine    hey, i'm rachel. i write sometimes. i'm 18, and i love that first chill you get when you step outside. it's been a while since …

Texas    I make playlists, read books, and hate humanity. Playlists: 8tracks.com/adifferentangel

The muse that left the building

I live in my imagination    Originally from Lake Oswego, Oregon. Studied Journalism at U of O. Moved to L.A. and then worked as a Production Coordinator for remote television/sporting events …

Missoula    20 Montanan Living the hard life

Canada    Filipino-Canadian

20/F/Ireland    a foggy recollection of what was once quite clear, if only for a second

A C H I A R A    — run. ☪ You’re my sun, one and only in this world I bloom for you, but you make me thirsty It’s too late, too …

M/New Mexico, USA    "The myth of fulfillment makes us miss the most beautiful aspect of our human souls: our emptiness, our incompleteness, our radical yearning for love." Gerald …

I write, therefore I am.

Ottawa    Ross lives in Ottawa - Canada's capital - writing, walking, thinking. There are too few poets in the world. Pull up a chair, and read …

Cape Town    Esoteric breath of Word. Ephemeral am I.

50/M/Washington D.C    "This is how they survive. You must know this. You're too smart not to know this. They paint the world full of shadows... and then …

D.C.    Seeker. Oh lament, the sun settles from golden gaiety to smoke gray. And all creatures seen dormant...repose. Then in a gesture of compassion, curious with …