“He was the kind of man who walks into a room and all the walls fall down”
I love words and I love to write, I don’t know if I’m any good but it doesn’t seem to stop me!
My biography is like poetry.
I like this place. I post first drafts of poems here, later withdraw them to revise and re-think, send to poetry journals, then re-post them ...
New York City, USA
Words hold in them a special power. Even one word can change the direction of your life! "What if" one of my words could stop ...
21. Wanderer. Survivor. All poems are property of Keah Jones. Unless marked otherwise.
Writer | This is ancestral, past-life reading; this is meditation & prayer; this is future telling. always becoming. The undying soul in a decaying case. ...
i suck at writing and im actually a hedgehog russian spy
24/F/b o s t o n
let it be
my tongue is a honeyed graveyard.
Nineteen, writer and arts student.
18 f | pensive and agressive
"we are all just walking each other home."
Just a Man and his pen.
A photographer that's one photograph away from writing her eulogy.
just trying to fill the void
Buffalo; Syracuse; Boston
my body was stronger before my tongue tasted your name Copyright © 2018 Emily Fisk. All rights reserved.
"I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly" -Richard Siken
Am just here to endure the writings and to enjoy the richness of it ....
I've always written, but decided to start sharing what I write. I find now that I love anything written by my parents, grandparents... (even recipes) ...