clarkston ga    I am torn between dreaming and doing. I am caged by inner crisis. Left to my own devices, I have encapsulated myself in comfort,and comfortable …

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England   

Australia    Born in Nottingham, raised in Birmingham until the age of 13 when migrated to Australia. Served in the RAAF as an Instrument Fitter on Mirages, …

Nevada    22 Years young. I enjoy the simple things: reading, poetry, art, photography, coffee, traveling, & the Ocean "Anything can be solved by sweat, tears, and …

M/North Western Oregon    World traveler, Yarn Spinner, Published writer, Front porch philosopher, back porch dreamer. Gentleman Farmer, Devoted Father and Grandfather. Lover of Nature. Proud to have been …

30/M/MKE,WI    ThoughT http://www.facebook.com/RyanMatthew28 Also check out my great friend Jonathan Fernandez on here for some magnificent reading material.

Home is 1700 miles away    Down The Rabbit Hole

Portland, OR   

Éire    aka “Ormond” is an Irish Poet, widely published in numerous magazines anthologies and journals. An INFP, he’s also a guitarist, singer and songwriter. All poems …

Wellington    writes from dreams and sorrows, predominantly. https://opensoulsurgery.bandcamp.com/album/phonesongs http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXN6wCEiiVw&list;=PLJVQPU_oFOwuG6HEaoVOQenGicQScx1yw ^me

Raleigh, NC    Preface

United States    Hey. Been awhile since I actually used this site, but I think I'll start writing again. Finally getting my life together and am a bit …

I try but the words don't often come.

NYC//DTX    Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - …

F/Washington   

Poetic cynic. Wretched. Storyteller. A lover of words. Obsessed with endings.

Somewhere Anywhere   

Nowhere    I am a young man adjusting to sunlight. I guess that is all you need to know for now.

Philadelphia, PA    Only a fool speaks softly in a time of war.

28/F/Maine    I sing my words

Melbourne    There's a language in the way heartstrings get tickled.