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M/Gurgaon India    'I saw my beloved in all i saw'. Rumi

Yeah, I'm a little different. Btw: Learned to read at thirteen. I am dyslexic so please chill about my spelling and grammar feckups cheers.

24/M/South Africa    Writer | This is ancestral, past-life reading; this is meditation & prayer; this is future telling. always becoming. The undying soul in a decaying case. …

Worldwide    All darkness depart, darkness spent. Dry the river, pack the nest. Clear the Dead Wood, shove aside. Kick of foot, kick up dust. This is …

Oklahoma    I'm a nurse who has always loved to write. Some poems may never see the light of day due to them being too personal. I …

30/F/India, Kerala    I express what I feel.. Not how to feel.. I don't call myself as a poet but i scribbles. I like this craziness..

It's an outward expression of my inward self without rules and rigid lines it's depressing at times or bright like sunshine sad, confused, angry it's …

I hope that my writings touch others as Poetry and Timeless Prosodies have touched me. aka: MoonFlower "Fluer de Luna" Currently recovering from a traumatic …

NYC    there would be no united states of america as we know it, without genocide of Native peoples and the enslavement of Africans. These are the …

Philippines   

25/M/Ballina, Australia    Writing as a means to keep myself occupied, interested and aware.

I am unworthy to be anything other than an unknown poet.

31/F/Portugal    “It’s hell writing and it’s hell not writing. The only tolerable state is having just written.” — Robert Hass

26/Two-Spirit/Philippines    doesn't make any sense/ trying hard to be a poet/ in between- madness and sanity, reality and fantasy. /Twitter, IG & Wattpad : @IGMSOfficial/ Tiktok …

alternate reality    In this imaginary world where we can escape from reality. I am the ruler of my own kingdom. Who ever reads my pieces lives through …

Solihull UK   

Collins Island, CA    The wound is the place where the Light enters you ~ Rumi A pretty corpse. Quite dead, staying alive through my love of words.

i'm only human, after all and my kind is as strong as we are weak.

I don't speak the language of any reality, and I stagger among the things of life. Fernando Pessoa. Twitter @fairycemetery

Random rush of emotions. "The more I know, the more I don't know." -Socrates

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

Lover of art, literature, history, film, travelling, music, anything french. Prone to rambling. The sun will rise and we will try again.

Whitley City, KY   

Life♡Love    I'm no good at BIOS etc But~this is SO--GOOD:);):)<333 ...thanks for posting xour lovely poems... ❤ IMPECCABLE SPACE POETESS

Atlanta    The shadows are my home, In an abandoned shed I freeze As I rock back and forth thinking to myself Writing down ever letter that …

Chicago    make life simple. drink more coffee, surround yourself with good people, laugh a lot, take comfort in the words of others.

Somewhere in Neverland    I write love letters to the universe.

Philippines/ Jubail, KSA    Hi! I am back again here in Kingdom of Saudi Arabia for work. © Pax 2013 - present...

[update 2020- I haven't been active on here in 4 years] 19. black. (unapologetically) feminist. virgo. poetry neophyte, story writer veteran. sapoisexual. survivor. [erykah badu …

On Oblivions Doorstep    I am that which was once many stars but faded reborn under a different name Darkness is my tether enjoy my many shades.. Once the …

29/Other/Empyrean    I dissolve ♄ere, hαving known and loved ∃xistence in the ωorld and a path to being 0therwise, within and beyond ●_● ☯_☯ ರ_ರ one's place …

Connecticut    My name is Joseph Adomavicia, I am a licensed CNC Toolmaker full time, I also attend college part time at Naugatuck Valley Community College in …

24/F    24, and still trying to figure out the difference between broken promises and atomic bombs

“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only …

A poet's poet    Love is aphotic. Brilliance is luminous. In order to grasp either one must sacrifice the many colorations of joyfulness.