31/M/San Francisco    Carpenter working on a burning house.

30/F/Outside of Eden    My tongue is the pen of a ready writer. Selah

23/M/Nigeria    Verses dance in the ink of my pen, A poet's heart, words my den. In the symphony of lines, I find my voice again.

But nature is a stranger yet; The ones that cite her most Have never passed her haunted house, Nor simplified her ghost. To pity those …

22/M/Pompano beach FL    I pray to be consistent, poems written in parables, hope God is listening. 🙏🏾 Recently got back into poetry, blessed with a deep love, this …