27/F/Iran
Maybe it's bad that My mother's pussy Gave birth to the sick mind https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/k3o8k 💮🌿 My Insta : @yasaman.johari💮 2 December 1996
32/F/where I belong
We forget more than we can remember. *constructive criticism is welcomed* https://randurifaurite.wordpress.com
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. …
38/F/Australia
Shed no tears, use the words as a burning flame..... A confessional poetess
Johannesburg, SA
"I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say." - Flannery O'connor
have to let it out somewhere
I am a writer, of both poetry and fiction, since as long as I can remember. It is simply a part of who I am, …
37/F/Italy
I couldn't help but writing since the age of 14, still keeping on... for better or worse... ( Ps: I apologize my English is not …
25/F/Murfreesboro
English Grad, Poet, Author.
26/F/Tacoma washington
Mexico city, mexico
Hola, I'm Angelina new to this poetry thing just thought I'd come here to like some good poesĂa and Maby show the little bit I …
Mississippi
Life♡Love
I'm no good at BIOS etc But~this is SO--GOOD:);):)<333 ...thanks for posting xour lovely poems... ❤ IMPECCABLE SPACE POETESS
A writer and an artist. A musician as well. In need of a Savior, I was just a shell. I was a heavy drinker. Alcoholic, …
I am unworthy to be anything other than an unknown poet.
M/Silver Spring, MD, USA
"Nature is a mutable cloud that is always and never the same." --Emerson "He had studied the nostalgias." --Wallace Follow me on WordPress: Consolingthesky.com
California
Old freak, cool cat chilled on back Have gotten unmannerly comment's Troll Mat is outdoors mites, gladly don't come a knocking Gramps gun will go …
From Boston
Homeless ex con Nomad in recovery
Copenhagen
Mit hoved er fyldt Rene linjer, struktureret kalender, matematiske beviser, fakta! Flyv ud, flyvetanker! Væk.
"Cut my shadow from me. Free me from the torment[...] Why was I born among mirrors? The daylight revolves around me. And the night herself …
I just want to discover the beauty, covert within the tiny cracks and crevices, of every breathing life