24/M/South Africa    Writer | This is ancestral, past-life reading; this is meditation & prayer; this is future telling. always becoming. The undying soul in a decaying case. ...

Right here    I'm not what you think. I'm barley what I think.

Richmond, VA    I'm Andrew. Writer, musician, metalhead, idiot. hope you enjoy. Connect with me: Hakrim13@gmail.com Requiemandrevelation.tumblr.com Instagram/Twitter: @AndrewRequiem

Seattle    It is all true

Cambridge    facebook.com/timknightpoetry coffeeshoppoems.com

M/nyc    Dear World: You forget, but we have long memories. We are the eternal nation. “Is this who you are, is this how you write? With ...

London/Utrecht    Inspired at 2am usually, from Monday to Friday, by life's trivialities, love and other shit. Someone once described me as "loosely unhinged". They were probably ...

Hello friend! My name is infamous1! I've been writing for years, its my voice. I'm being more creative no longer self destructive. I started writing ...

UK    To abandon oneself to principles is really to die - and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.

New York, New York    Doctoral candidate at Columbia University

When it comes to a "bio", or "describe yourself", I always find that I am at a loss for words. How do I even begin ...

F/Tucson, AZ    Being in nature and the wilds, this is my truest love. - My Poetry on Thru Media https://thrumediaarchive.online/poetry-of-ca-guilfoyle/ CA Guilfoyle aka CA Colbert

Well I swear we are in limited landscapes Well I swear the tide swallows me

America    I know I am simple, in verse and in rhyme, but it comes from my heart, so please be kind.

Murder capital of the US    I grew up worshiping Charles Bukowski. I'm also a lover of life and I love to laugh at my own ridiculousness. I'm yer basic old ...

Medford Oregon,    I am Jessica Applegate hit it up?' stay true to the realist, make proud stay loud, in a bad mood?. don't ever be rude. don't ...

United States   

I write to soothe my mind. Hope it helps you too.

F    But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are ...