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Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
29/M/Salem, New Hampshire    I'm here.
30/M/Long Beach    Wes cares, Wes doesn't care, but Wes shares.
Dominique R
23/F    A hopeless romantic with a very loud mind & a Savior who loves me beyond what I deserve.
Bus Poet Stop
on a bus near you...    eye am a recording devicespecial filters of my own prejudice. eye live in various bus stops where punctuation of life moments need not be, are …
Lyn-Purcell
28/F/United Kingdom    Passionate but nervous. A writer in heart and spirit. I'm someone who wants to find their way in the world, and try to do what …
Claire Hanratty
24/F/Sunderland    Hymn to the Dope
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Ashly Kocher
39/F/Florida    I write when I'm inspired. I try my best and hope my poems touch someone's life. ❤ my writings are raw and usually unedited. ©All …
calpurnia mockingbird
Cardiff    I work in mental health which is pretty stressful sometimes so my outpourings are my release. Please note that all works posted by me are …
D Baby Bey
26/M/U.S.A    I write as a way to journal my thoughts.
The Dybbuk
The Dybbuk is a malevolent spirit, who drives those it possesses to do horrible things. Creative Commons License This work is licensed under a Creative …
sassenach
29/F/Philippines    Psalm 147:3
Anne Curtin
57/F/Mounds View MN    Poetry is Yrteop spelled backward
Ev
23/USA    Quack quack, quoth the turkey.
I possess some poses of supposes I suppose? All poems are mine own.
Elizabeth Squires
All poems original Copyright of Elizabeth Squires.
Walter W Hoelbling
Austria & Spain & UK & US    Retired after 40+ years from teaching U. S. literature, film, and culture at a large Austrian university, now enjoying occasional visits to members of my …
Bree
25/F/US    do not slay your demons. dissect them, and see what they’ve been feeding on.
Nat Lipstadt
120/M/nyc    is this a poem, a cri de coeur, a confession - or a poetpourri of history of a journey tween naissance and
Marissa
16/F    Poet
Daisy Hemlock
Portland, Oregon, USA    my poems are so good that they're bad. they are infinitely deep and meaningful and therefore don't mean anything at all.
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