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

Michigan, USA    All works are under the copywrited possession of Cynthia Jean, and may not be used, copied, reproduced, or distributed in any manner without the author's …

20/F/Johannesburg    The teenager that grew up too fast . أنا أحبك ~

19/Cisgender/find me at a cemetery.    does growing up count as childhood trauma

62/M/Traverse City Mi.    Photo of my family Banshee, Wicca and Lilly, we traveler the northern forests. Try to keep up with us if you can. I follow Our …

In the clouds    I spend my nights dreaming of happy times

This used to be a place for my love and expression but it seems to have slipped into the depths of my depression. My apologies …

Portugal    Lost within myself

Some finished. Others not.

just banging on the keyboard incoherently. *quiescience.tumblr.com* for more mumbles if i put this symbol here © does it mean anything at all..

Just a melancholic girl caught up in dreams and fantasies.

I legit am a bowl of ice cream

32/F/The Stars, Ontario    I enjoy words. And putting words together to make poetry no matter how bad it is.

Boston, MA    I write poetry because Im inspired by everything, I write poetry because I can't stop myself, I write poetry because everything flows just right, I …

Texas   

23/M/Erie, PA    I once compared myself to a flower, But flowers seem to wither apart. They cannot withstand the cold, Nor can they endure a dark heart.

hell    disclaimer: nothing is ever quick and easy

Minnesota    I'm am a girl who has been through hell and back. I just want to share my thoughts through my writing.

thctranscendence.tumblr.com

21/F/Denmark    i suffer from generalised anxiety, anxiety and Tourettes and i have tough days. You may also find poems about eating diorder, depression and suicide.

Durango    Drink deep of everything. So might thee, Luckily, Think what to sing, To everything, To woo her, Verily.