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Canada    Young and inexperienced. It just makes me all the more adventurous and curious.
wounded words
Seattle    lucid chaos
Tim Knight
Cambridge    facebook.com/timknightpoetry coffeeshoppoems.com
Passion fire hope
If you listen, my story will be heard
Tara Fear
Wales    I am Tara Fear, a little odd and queer. I have little books of lyrics and poems... This is my way of remembering, and keeping …
Brittney Anne
In love with a boy who leaves me with a pit in my stomach and drowns me in an ocean of my own tears.
Drifting
maybella snow
where i don't want to be    is happiness a thought or feeling? or does it fall like snow and eventually cover everything?
Sam Moore
Los Angeles    Small queer kid from LA. Sometimes I write. trangst.tumblr.com
Nicole Pierson
Washington    I like attention. Negative writing is how i get it. ------------------- I write what I feel, I feel what I write Broken puzzle pieces is …
Lauren Christina Pearson
Saint Charles, MO    I believe that writing is what grounds me in this world. Without it I would become untethered. It's how I understand my situation and how …
D W
D W
Wheresoever she was, there was [E]den. Facebook : Walid Transcendentalist. YouTube: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lobjI9D-s5Q&feature;=youtu.be All the works are ©copy right protected.
Chalsey Wilder
22/Two-Spirit/Space    I missed you guys.
California    Don't even trip.
Courtney Snodgrass
neverland    most days, I write. https://www.facebook.com/courtneyksnodgrass http://courtneyksnodgrass.tumblr.com/
Ugo
Ugo
New York, New York    Doctoral candidate at Columbia University
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 …
Anon C
35/F/Virginia    I walked into the light, only to find it was darker than my nightmares. I found the golden city; it had been black all along.
Maddie
Colin wheeler
Potchefstroom, RSA   
Christine Eglantine
Pittsburgh   
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 …
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