Words are like swords. If you use them the wrong way, they can turn into ugly weapons.

“I had melancholy thoughts, a strangeness in my mind. A feeling that I was not for that hour, Nor for that place“. -Wordsworth, The Prelude.

“I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd: …

England    strength lies truly in the recognition that we have none.

boogie woogie woman

overthinking kills more than a gun ever will

the boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learned: that to love is to d e s t r o y and …

Roanoke, Virginia    Sad but haughty.

In my head   

in my psychological hell    a cloudy-headed post-teen whose poems are as twisted as her innards.

i love those spacey rooms where basketballs echo like an irregular beating heart;

pretentious, pathetic, poetic

20/F/In my head    Hello fellow Poets! My name is Haley, age twenty. I write what I think and what I feel, and I hope we can interact and …

Hogwarts    here's to those firefly dreams that turn to ashes in the sunrise.

I am no self identified poet. I am just trying to figure shit out. Words sometimes help me do that, sometimes they don't.

29/F/San Diego, CA    Plant-based, baby faced yogi dancer. Ethical by choice, compassionate by nature. My poetry often relates to love, nature, mental illness, self-improvement, and friendship.

EW,NH    Mom and Dad had sex and I guess I won the lottery or whatever

Same issues, different day

25/F/Chicago    This is my collection of unpublished poems.