dont belong to no city
words was the sweetest lie my lips spoke words was the sweetest lie my eyes saw and yet, words was the bitter truth my ear ...
my pen & i loves to dance on papers
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I live in a nice tree
I am from South America. Frankly, I don’t like walking. I’m not good at it. I don’t believe in cutting my nails, I let them ...
This is T2m. I'm changing my account because somehow I can't log into T2m and I have contacted admin as to whether I could get ...
Chloe. 15 years young. Some of my poems are poems, some of them are just me venting.
Just releasing all my thoughts :o
19 Georgia Ugly bitch, pretty lips, Untouched fantasies And disturbing lusts. All found here. Message me! ^_^ 'Nuff Said.
I write from my experience in life, my past, people that i have met, about death, about happiness, about my addiction to heroin (finally in ...
cynical optimist twitter: @_swaain
this is my hole and im staying in it
San Antonio Texas
My poetry is like the wind, it changes directions constantly. I have learned so very much over the past several years which has broadened my ...
I live In books + my mind
They say you can tell a lot about a person from their biography So I hope mine proves useful in that regard I was born ...
A Colorado native....born in Durango, living now in Colorado Springs. Retired from Air Force. Interested in non duality relating to spirituality, religion, and modern life.
Brick, New Jersey
When your mind starts going, grab pen and paper you never know what will come out of it.
Not dead yet I’ve got another sixty years or something like that :p
So close to love Yet not close enough♡ #Only #Wanderlust
Waiting and praying for someone
Kansas (will nvr b home)
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should've behaved better.-Anne Lamott I'm ...
Happy girl, sad poems.