19/Cisgender/find me at a cemetery.    does growing up count as childhood trauma

Moon    I write sometimes or so I try

Honolulu, HI    I will call down the fire, and then the rain.

"The devil is real and he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful because he use to be …

you know    "Having yielded up his lusts, his errors, his opinions and prejudices, he has entered into possession of the knowledge of God, having slain the selfish …

53/F/Rochester NY    I have walked in the darkness of I can’t feel because I choose not to. Fell face down and bumped my head on every feeling …

pretentious, pathetic, poetic

F/Canada    Canadian Reliving to Relive

21/F/San Francisco, California    Welcome to the inner workings of my mind!

23/F/Pocatello, Idaho    Hope is a flame that cannot be quenched. So am I.

F/Oregon    I write poems because I have to.

28/F/Canada    Sarah Ahmed

Pennsylvania   

delaware    -formally known as brooklyn baby- barely innocent seraphic glow girl of the ex-nymphet variety. wearer of pearls, lace, and existentialism. an illusive darling. POETRY AND …

I don't feel at home in this world anymore. Instagram: @peetorpan

Manila, Philippines    Awaken the sleeping giant in me.

"I tried to do handstands for you, but every time I fell for you. I'm permanently black and blue"

I just want to discover the beauty, covert within the tiny cracks and crevices, of every breathing life

30/M    Pens were designed with wordful purposes, our hands and minds serve only as catalysts.

mesquite, nv    learn something and leave something with every person you meet

Ireland    Yeah, having a stab at poetry...

"Some goodbyes start something in you" Twitter: @shallowvows

I'm terrified of the world.