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Connecticut    Imagination; where stories are born and bred.
Katelyn Knapp
Philadelphia, PA    Only a fool speaks softly in a time of war.
Jago Lantz
A single person among several billion; that doesn't mean I'm any less awesome, though \m/ My poetry started out as simple journal entries, but I've …
Dawn of Lighten
39/M/Highland of stars    All things end.
Katie
Miriam
Metro Manila    "If I write what I feel, it’s to reduce the fever of feeling." // Fernando Pessoa
Jessica
Indonesian/my country    If you need a friend, I always be there for you. Just close your eyes, and think of me. Then I'll be on your side. …
tiaamaariaa
We accept the love we think we deserve - Perks of being a Wallflower Teenage girl living in this loser world.. This is my escape.
I fell through the looking glass when I was seven years old; I have never stopped falling. http://ellen-joyce-penned.tumblr.com/
Anna
“Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.” -Holden Caulfield
Margaretta Sackor
20/F/Virginia, USA    Your smile radiates like sunshine.
sweetcidal
this too shall pass, little life.
Erin-Taylor
24/F/New Jersey    "Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted." -Percy Shelley
Isabelle
USA    Any comments are appreciated and I love getting feedback from all of you, thank you *All poems are written by me, all rights reserved*
Jami Samson
Philippines   
Jamie
My proudest work - https://hellopoetry.com/poem/836301/-/ https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2506316/maybe/ https://hellopoetry.com/poem/826765/worth-while/ https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1425207/kiss/ https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1054595/alone-together/
Creighton Isiris Frost
I can be only me. You can be only you. We accept this both ways and something grand occurs. It is so unique yet so …
Cunning Linguist
29/M/An illusion of reality    VIEW UNCENSORED WORKS @ https://www.tumblr.com/search/reidums/recent I, Colonel Ingus, the Cunning Linguist, am at your cervix.
Elise
NYC    Concrete poetry.
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