Under my bed...    ...We learned to sing the songs of our forefathers and danced around the fire and dream of dreams we never had and managed to climb …

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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 …

United Kingdom    "Don't cover my eyes for my fears are trapped beneath my eyelids.. And for each fallen eyelash is a wish for greater freedom." © Sia …

Maine -    I want to be that rush in your stomach as if you've just gone over an unexpected hill

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

I'm just a silhouette, a lifeless face that you'll soon forget.

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

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 …

Atlanta, Georgia    I started writing poetry on a whim one day, though I've always really enjoyed reading it. Normally, I prefer writing in prose (short stories, essay, …

coughing up storms    gonna kiss you so hard that your fingers always tremble, and when she puts that wedding ring on your finger she'll whisper "please forget"

United States    "You made the flowers grow inside of my heart again."

flaming arrow    “The only man who never makes mistakes is the man who never does anything.” ― Roosevelt / If you could time-travel to a moment in …

by the sea   

marie-niege|jaso bolay all we'll ever have are well planned out ideas.

I am fueled by a need to discover beauty & then share it as my heart tends to unceasingly pour out of my fingertips. Passions …

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Somewhere    My life is the preference of a 4-inch-wide novel over urgent to-dos while lying on the floor with my cat, pretending we don't exist. “A …