60/M/Traverse City Mi.    Description are but endeavours of one’s ego to shine forth a grand illusion! We are but faces of god in a state of confusion!

New York   

California    ~uh~ I don't quite write poetry, at least not well. But I write. And I enjoy it.

NYC   

WI    Sometimes I write songs and pretend I'm not mediocre.

28/M/india    Instagram community: @writeweird https://writeweirdblog.wordpress.com

Wisconsin    The world has a simple beauty that gets more complicated with every adjective used for it. Words are their own world.

32/M/Kàrnál - Hàryáņá - Bháràŧ    A poet donning the hat of a banker. I self-publish on KDP after finding the Indian publishers afraid of bringing out anything critical of the ...

Dallas, TX    Poetry is the only real outlet I have for my emotions. I love eloquence, complexity of thought and sincerity in writing.

"Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can ...

"Vulnerability isn't a requirement. It's simply a gift that is given by those who have the courage to trust."

"I'm dying." - "Is it blissful?" "It's like a dream." - "I want to dream."

[you never need to apologize for how you chose to survive]

Missouri    "We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience."

29/M/Philadelphia, PA    This was the start of my signature. My preferred medium was on the tip of my tongue. It was the tip of a pen. Copyright ...

77/M/Canada    Young but old, emphatically married with two adult children. A lover of music, fine food, travel and above all the currency of life .....words.

"Again she saith: I give unimaginable joys on earth, certainty, not faith, while in life, upon death."

North Carolina    The words you wish you’d said dance around my head. Full Work of all Poetry Coming January 18th

i write a lot about candles, the position of the sun, and beginnings with no ends

18/th ringz of saturn    i still exist in the moments between your breaths and mine

"I should like to write you the kind of words that burn the paper they are written on..." -Dorothy L. Sayers.