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Joanna
F    Follow my writing on Commaful: commaful.com/play/pluzoo
King
Lio
NuBlaccSoul
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. ...
Charles Smith
Wales    "Time held me green and dying, though I sang in my chains like the sea." - DT
Jeremy Bean
M/Detroit, Michigan    You can find my poetry book, MIND AFIRE on Amazon if you are interested in my further works Other than that I am a songwriter, ...
Lalo Maggie Monare
The World.. A Canvas, Onto I'll Live To Paint A Portrait Of My Mind.
Kiernan Norman
Connecticut    actor, writer, untangling human being. I shall be dumped where the weed decays and the rest is rust and stardust.
Natasha
25/F/here, there & everywhere    it's just words after all
Dalton Bauder
furious as the sun ॐ vibrant as the moon
SheCaldWar
Aviendha Goodrich
21/Cisgender Female/Maryland    so it goes
Mandy Kate Fahey
Ontario    Former English & Psychology student at WLU. Oh, you rebel you. Oh, you Casanova you.
Montana Bigelow
i write poems to get everything off my chest and all my feelings out.
Victoria
"She Spoke Intelligently & They Bit it, Always Trying to Copy But When They Tried To Use Her Vocab. They Sounded Sloppy. She Had a ...
Shang
Brianna
Nevada    22 Years young. I enjoy the simple things: reading, poetry, art, photography, coffee, traveling, & the Ocean "Anything can be solved by sweat, tears, and ...
Plain Jane Glory
Ísland    "It was only the sea sounding weary After so many lifetimes Of pretending to be rushing off somewhere And never getting anywhere" -Charles Simic
Eulalie
I am change.
Stephanie
Impermanence.
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 ...
Lizzy
Chicago    "Music doesn't lie. If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music." -Jimi Hendrix
Amy Denison
Will I ever finish a poem? Probably not.
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