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stargazer
17/Other/in between the lines    the stars in my eyes are falling. quick, make a wish.
Evelyn Genao
18/F/Somewhere    I love my computer because all my friends live inside it.
17/F/Texas    I'm just a poet trying to be heard in a world full of careless bastards
Blossom
22/F    Writing Out
blake
20/FTM/Purgatory   
23/F/Pakistan    my life in poetry
Michael L
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 ...
blue mercury
22/Non-binary/these soft crying clouds    bluest-bee/tumblr.com ig: babiestxr spotify:
glassea
24/USA    "que no me llorĂ©is. que mi nombre no se borre de la historia." ~ written from julia conesa to her mother, days before her execution ...
BeYourImperfectness
15/F/Ohio    I don't post on here anymore, but I do on my Wattpad. Check it out if you wanna. (Same name as on here)
Hannah
Singapore    get me out
i s a b e l l a
23    i n s t a g r a m : @isabellammusic & @ismpoetry t u m b l r : @tryin9
Poetic Thoughts
Depression land    18/Poet/Drama student/Bookworm/Singer. Words heal me. I write down things I cannot say. Message me anytime :)
curlygirl
"Write hard and clear about what hurts" - Ernest Hemingway All the pieces I post are mine and are originals. Feel free to share but ...
raine cooper
I don't speak the language of any reality, and I stagger among the things of life. Fernando Pessoa. Twitter @fairycemetery
Grace Turner
In my bubble    Your words are bleeding into the water, draining your veins and making you sleep forever.
ryan
I write about a girl. She is Cislunar. A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, ...
Skaidrum
The Basalisk's Chambers    "And sometimes, love is just the aftermath of a tragedy." ----Skaidrum.
Chelle Quezon
Manila, Philippines    a non-romantic poet
Sadie
A girl in our new lost generation. I'm so happy, 'cause today I found my friends, they're in my head.
Audrey Carlson
Deep in my Head    Fifteen, confused about who I am and what things are, and there's no way to let things flow free except poetry. Had a dark year, ...
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