21/F/The Netherlands
my own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery- always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring, and then burried in mud. and why? what's this …
Georgia
Ah youth, I embrace your idealism, Your shameless request for affection, That glorious joy, And ears yet open Listening to angels I am fresh from …
34/M/New York City
I've been writing for some years now. Sometimes the poems are about me. Sometimes they manifest just from listening to a song. "Focus. Be Humble. …