i commonly get mistaken for a lost child at airports, but my thoughts are those of an old soul.
Chasing the Moon
Lycan is my pseudonym. He's someone I aspire to be. "Fate had its last cry two minutes till midnight."
27/F/England
Sunshine spills from her lips, every time she smiles
20/F/London
Such a society we live in, we are swimming in an ocean of knowledge, and drowning in a lake of ignorance. Artist, and writer.
21/F/Pennsylvania
Sensitive narcissist
22/Two-Spirit/Space
I missed you guys.
Utah
I'm just trying to get through this life like everyone else. Writing is deeply underestimated it is the freedom we feel from the things holding …
Pennsylvania
For a star to be born, there's one thing that must happen. A gaseous nebula must collapse. So collapse. Crumble. This is not your destruction. …
On a journey.
And if there is none that needs to be heard or said then why does each word revive a spot in us that has long …
F/Anywhere
I got started with poetry a short time ago because of a friend... I may not be that good to some people, but I am …
Other side of the tracks
There is ordinary, and there is extraordinary. I would not dare try to fit myself in either category. Successes and failures are juggled in self …
EVERYWHERE!
All writing material are the intellectual property and copyright of myself, David Ehrgott. contact me for permission to use or print/reprint. Like me on Facebook …
hellertown
we all write for different reasons.
Oregon
"Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light..." Dylan Thomas I have put up a …
Jersey City
I've always been compelled to spill my guts out onto pages. I also enjoy pizza and Harry Potter memorabilia.
27
In an Imaginary world
I am cute.. and lovely.. I like to play with my emotions and feelings and also my hobbie is paint ma body If u like.. …
In a broken world.
You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everybody dances with the Grim Reaper. - Robert Alton Harris
Writing life as I go...words are scarce. So much we will not control. Live, live, live. The story writes itself and life, well life becomes …
