“Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.” -- Kurt Vonnegut

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. -Ray Bradbury

Cambridge    facebook.com/timknightpoetry coffeeshoppoems.com

Lake Ozark, Missouri    I live inside a mind full of other peoples messes. The only thing that lets me make it to the surface for air, is writing …

Here...There...Everywhere    A native of San Francisco, Curlie Fries Mcgee graduated from The Norfolk State University with a degree in English. She loves the poetry and literature …

New York City    I can't sum it all up.

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

UK    Oli is a Creative Writing Graduate and MA Professional Writing student at Falmouth Uni. In the early morning, he's been known to gravitate towards coffee …

27/Maine    the digital time capsule of a nostalgic era

Bawston    just existing also i hate using correct punctuation when writing poetry i am forever a rebel

New York, New York    Doctoral candidate at Columbia University

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

If you listen, my story will be heard

Hanover, New Hampshire    I'm a loud, exciting New England girl who occasionally enjoys her isolation. I don't write poetry as often as I should, but when I do, …

United States    Read, decode, enjoy, share

Exposure was always something I was afraid of. Ashamed of letting all my scars be seen. The skeletons are being released. And this is perfection. …

F/Tucson, AZ    Being in nature and the wilds, this is my truest love. - My Poetry on Thru Media https://thrumediaarchive.online/poetry-of-ca-guilfoyle/ CA Guilfoyle aka CA Colbert

Young girl, old heart. A melancholy mix in a world such as this.

New Jersey    I am a 24 year old guy just out on his own adventuring this big and beautiful world. I'm from a small town in New …

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of …

My name is Clare. And these are my words

With tears in my eyes, I begged you to stay You said, “Hey man, I love you, but no fucking way”

The wind is rising / We must try to live