122/M/Seattle    "How things seem to seem is not enough. We must somehow discover how things really seem!" - Bertrand Russell - "Névé'novȯhe'étanóme mȧsėhánééstóva, onésetó'ha'éeta netáhoestovevoo'o, onésėhestóxévétáno ...

47/M/India    I am not a peot or writer. I am just a simple soul who writes what I feel from my heart. I seek answers to ...

33/F/USA    Hello, I’m Grace! Jesus is my Savior, Prophet, Priest, King and Best Friend. https://www.ligonier.org/blog/jesus-christ-our-prophet-priest-and-king/

F/Planet Earth    Writing is my outlet. My Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/diaryojane

San Rafael   

Are you really seeing what you think you are seeing? The illusion of profundity. All Rights Reserved

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111/F/is still getting old.    Here

40/M/Deep in the Heart'o'Dixie    Please excuse spelling and punctuation errors. I use this as a mobile sketchpad. Most poems are stream-of-consciousness and almost certainly a rough draft. All works ...

22/Androgynous/Mexico    At night just when I look up at the moon.. I wonder if he's looking at it too.. and I don't know what to do..

26/F/U.S. MI    ♡♡Kaley♡♡ °•☆Music ☆•° I believe in Jesus Christ as my savior, I love writing poetry and making new friends. ☕✝️💯 If you'd like to discuss ...

41/M/Washington State   

32/M/Elmina    The unseen seen - The seen unseen

Began as a ripple in the puddle of my youth

35/M/Japan    “It occurs to me that our survival may depend upon our talking to one another.” ― Dan Simmons, Hyperion

dundee biy

where we are    little could I imagine then that poetry would pick me at all, especially to write of words in dialects I don’t speak, but imaging their ...

F/NEPTUNE    wild in my pen in my own unreality in my words in my blood trace them down on paper thoughts race on no rules they ...

Malabon City Philippines    "continue reading" ...you at the perfect time can follow the flow of a poet such like me, some kind of a mime now you see ...

F/Land of Queens!    I am exactly what you want to believe I am, not...(the goth or the ick in Gothic). My poetry only emerges when yours is sleeping. ...