75/M/Charlotte, NC    Writing poetry now feels like I'm cutting me with a razor so I can feel again.

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. …

Connecticut    Imagination; where stories are born and bred.

M/nyc    these days breathe through words, molecules of vowels, stem cells of consonants, the fabric, the tissues of life, veins are a dictionary of corpuscles, red …

53/F/Rochester NY    I have walked in the darkness of I can’t feel because I choose not to. Fell face down and bumped my head on every feeling …

UK    To abandon oneself to principles is really to die - and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.

Fort Lauderdale    Angel | Àse | Flower Child. Vermont. Boston. South Florida. PHENOMENAL... just like Miss Angelou, HONEY consistency... just like Oshun.

New York, New York    Doctoral candidate at Columbia University

Salem, Oregon    Without writing and reading the world would be a very gray place, so thank you to all on this site! *Please do not use any …

flaming arrow    “The only man who never makes mistakes is the man who never does anything.” ― Roosevelt / If you could time-travel to a moment in …

Ohio    I'm a delicate soul and the world is rough, but I won't be afraid, I'll just soften it up.

F    But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are …