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 ...

24/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 ...