Camp Johnson Crossing NW    “Violins are for sissies” she said “I play violin” I answered “I like sissies” she replied

California    Book and poetry lover also gay as fuck

Mount Olympus    a pretty little flower with poison running deep in my roots https://www.wattpad.com/user/rescuingraven

Ireland    Ill-placed, hobbit- sized, word lover, writer and most of all utterly lost creature. Here are my confessions Copyright © Cíara McNamara. All rights reserved.

Davenport, Iowa    This is not a poem about do or die I am not the man with the reasons why

Maybe the wolf is in love with the moon and each night it cries for a love it will never touch.

New York, New York    Hello, I am Winter, 14 years closer to the grave, The reason why I'm on here is I guess this is the only place where …

losing myself in your love again, as if it wasn't enough before.

27/F/Ohio   

New York    I have just begun to dabble in the writing of poetry and I love how freeing it is. I see so much in the poetry …

In the end, I wonder if the true movement of the world might not be a voice raised in song -the elegance of the hedgehog

little lost moonchild

18/F/India    I am a falling stone in a world of glass.

As people, we change too often to have a set bio to describe ourselves.

23/F    share some of my work, if you like FOLLOW BACK love ya keep writing rock on Message lot of people who have seen my work …