My Dear Wordvango: Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: - you are my sun, my moon and all my stars ~ e.e. …

Liverpool   

Life’s too short To drink bad wine Living’s, too sweet To suck on lime Existence too diverse To cry and whine Creation too wonderful Most …

27/F/Los Angeles, CA    Just here breathing and quickly fleeting.

Oklahoma    "Sometimes lies were more dependable than the truth." ~ Ender's Game I love to talk, but I also have good listening ears. If you ever …

Philippines    Welcome to the tale of my mere existence.

Mechanicsburg, PA    I am a monk, minimalist and anarchist. I now live in Mechanicsburg, PA in a shotgun apartment (without a shotgun) with only a neurotic cat …

California   

form is emptiness emptiness is form ~ The Heart Sutra Ga-te, ga-te, para-ga-te, para-samga-te, Bodhi svaha! Gone, gone, completely gone, utterly gone, behold Wisdom!

"The unexamined life is not worth living."

Hagerstown Md    I live because Christ strengthen me. I want to be healed and I want everyone on here to be healed too.

Just a melancholic girl caught up in dreams and fantasies.

I’m a Bengali in sombrero An Indian from Kolkata I live at a stone’s throw From where flows the Ganga.

For a so called 'Writer' I have no idea what to write here.

28/F   

I didn't find poetry, poetry found me. And now that it has, its the only expression I have. All poems are the original works and …

25/Androgynous/Montana    still surviving with little to hold and little to give but the words that grind through my teeth and stream out of my fingertips (though …

Kent UK    Writer, runner, dreamer Housework averse. © All poems written by Clair Meyrick

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United Kingdom    "Don't cover my eyes for my fears are trapped beneath my eyelids.. And for each fallen eyelash is a wish for greater freedom." © Sia …

Welcome to my world of poetry. My writings are a simple way to express my thoughts and ideas, which emanates from the journey of life. …

I just want to feel the heartbeat of the universe.

Land of Nightmares    I write to cope with memories of a childhood filled with abuse. Even after 30 years a sound or smell can make me become a …