I pretend there's a pane of glass between me and people. They can see me, but they cannot touch me.
poet in the making
I write for myself because I'm shy but I think it's time to share my thoughts to the world. Char. <3
No one literally ask me about my feelings.
Bigender, bisexual, and polyamorous. In high school with a mind that runs constantly, most of the time darkness surrounds.
I wanted to show them my feelings. I want to stay fresh and happy teen spirit.
Do not let the sun go down without noticing it's warmth
i am a wanderer, wander wander wandering wanderlust ... i love to laugh. . . eating, sleeping, singing, trekking, drawing, reading, people watching, movie watching, ...
Humboldt County Ca.
Life on the Mad River. Through lines: poetry. I went into psychology with two questions: how do people work and what is the source of ...
I've been telling stories for as long as I can remember.
Poet a dreamer dreaming of a peacefull happy caring world who hopes his words can cause a change
Writing to leave something behind.
A poem is like a tickle, it gives both joy and pain: with blissful tears and tearful giggles, you'll read that poem again. A poem ...
losing myself in your love again, as if it wasn't enough before.
♀Freelance Singer/songWriter ♀Freelance Composer ♀Freelance Poets (trial)
I am a running that occasionally likes to write and I wanted to share it somewhere.
Sylvie. You don't know me yet.
29/F/Bullhead City, Arizona
My name is Amanda. I am 29 years old. I hope you like my work.
someones coming down somewhere