41/M/Couch to couch USA    I’m still here.

13/F/NJ/silently screaming    Strange, queer, depressed, and loving you. Nature birthed me, gave me life. This website saved it. Poetry is the sewer for all the pain that …

34/M/Nottingham    Flipping dithyrambic coins, that once rested, on a poor man's eyes. And, as the windows to his soul closed, for the final time, he finally …

20/F/Ghana    Speaking the voice of my Lord through poetry

M    It is the obvious equation and the ultimate secret: the deeper and longer I give attention to my ambitions and passions, the more motivation I …