like Sylvia wrote in The Bell Jar, "I am. I am. I am." ig / @quietskin

Sheffield, England    Sylvie. You don't know me yet.

England    feminist/pagan/17 into reading, writing, poetry, philosophy, psychology and nature

Ohio    "Most things about me are hard to explain, I guess, like how I’m mostly delusional and live in a half-imaginary world but am also a …

I write what I write. I love rhythm and rhyme. If you've got something rude to say, I haven't really the time. But if you've …

California    Fall down seven times Get up eight

united states    A proud African American male simply called an American. Who interested in church and the vision of God? And admire the illustrations, of Neal Adams …

I'm old enough to know better, but too young to care.

Atlanta    I am the one who said: Do you not see, the late year trees are blooming and once again we come to feel a spring. …

Michigan    Young poet. Inspired by true life.

New Delhi, India    every breeze touching the face of sand is filled with longing and satisfaction extracted from tumultuous sea and from sunburnt repose of tranquil souls © …

I am an average young man living in Southern California. I write poetry, spokenword, and drive a bicycle. May my words feed you, and make …

Southern United States   

25/Gender Fluid/Porto    Existe sempre qualquer coisa ausente que me atormenta.

Manitoba    Poetry is a way of life. And I follow that way.

Sweden    I'm here. I'm whole. I'm there also.

I never had much ability to stick to one rhythm. My almost poetry follows a scattered drumbeat between my ears and so far that marches …

Seattle, WA    fuq

Bracknell, England    writing poetry in the hope i'll find myself hidden inside the sentences

32/F/Chattanooga    my mind is a whirlpool.

It is a strange and wondrous parallel life we seek inside literature, inside art (JS, 2013)