28/F/Wisconsin    Midwest poet Instagram @perusing_moods

24/M/South Africa    Writer | This is ancestral, past-life reading; this is meditation & prayer; this is future telling. always becoming. The undying soul in a decaying case. …

sort of an emotional blob of lines

Paradise    *Don't underestimate me. I know more than I say, I think more than I speak, & notice more than you realize. *Poetry gives a soul …

23/F/NY    Only movin' if I'm moved to move.

i live in my head, so weird stuff will happen

Boise Idaho    I actually suck at writing.

Connecticut    Imagination; where stories are born and bred.

I am one of God's Evolving Creatures, and my work mirrors my Evolution as a poet/writer. I write all sorts of poetry, long poems, short …

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 …

United States    www.transientinbarcelona.bandcamp.com www.crumbduck.tumblr.com

If only I was something Or someone profound. Here I am a silly teenager, Apathy and immaturity pinning me to the ground.

Maryland    Taoist, Heathen, Chaos Magickian, Geek, Programmer, Gamer, Husband, Son, Brother, Frater, Consumer, Writer, Addict, Lover... and now Poet, I guess. I've only recently started to …

California    Having no coordination and a general disregard for spatial relations results in Caitlin falling fast and hard for everything she does. There's a lack of …

New York, New York    Doctoral candidate at Columbia University

UK    To abandon oneself to principles is really to die - and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.

What a hideous waste of everything beautiful.

Promethea    i feel therefore i write. “ Something happened to him which perhaps never happens to a man until he is out of his own world: …

Canada    Young and inexperienced. It just makes me all the more adventurous and curious.

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.

Phnom Penh, Cambodia    Yes, I'm a writer, mainly from working as a journalist and academic, but I also write poetry. So enjoy! (hopefully as much as I'm enjoying …