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Georgia    I write to escape reality and go into a beautiful place expressing myself. All my poems are things happening in my life. I hope you …
The things I use to leave in my head, will be said.
Connecticut    Imagination; where stories are born and bred.
Shari Forman
New York   
AndIFell
On Earth   
Daniel Samuelson
California    "The world is big, and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark." -John Muir. Joshua 1:9. Soli Deo Gloria.
i'm rly awkward n i love poetry bye x
your words are filled with venom that cut straight through my veins ♡
wounded
hello it's a pleasure to meet you, at last. you can find me on twitter @homos
Carmen Noir
England, UK    The sun touches you in ways that I cannot and I have never been more jealous of anything than I am that goddamn fucking sun.
I'm new with this poetry stuff, but I have a feeling that this will be a hobby that I will enjoy
ethyreal
society's skidmark - primordially oozing twitter.com/ethylreal
Infamous one
Hello friend! My name is infamous1! I've been writing for years, its my voice. I'm being more creative no longer self destructive. I started writing …
breezeblocks
australia    i was praying that you and me might end up together
Sir B
Mind Palace    Just tangled myself up even more
Anderson M
Dallas Allen
America    i changed my profile name again guys, i decide that the name above will be my name i use if I ever get published, so …
X the unknown variable
I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known Don't know where it goes But it's home to me and I …
Nat Lipstadt
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 …
Skye Applebome
Stokesdale, North Carolin    Prometheus was punished by the gods for giving the gift of knowledge to man. He was sent to the bowels of the earth and pecked …
Ugo
Ugo
New York, New York    Doctoral candidate at Columbia University
phantasmal
we talk about abandonment like secondhand sweaters in a thrift store, thinking about someone else's arms and someone else's lips against your neck. twitter: @vestigixl

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