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Brooklynn Nights
Colorado    I am everything that's normal.
DaSH the Hopeful
23/M/Rome, Ga    Please hit me up with collabs, no matter how crazy or tame your idea is. Or if you wanna just talk and see what we ...
Storm Raven
The Netherlands    Storm Schraven. Queer, socialist and feminist from the Netherlands.
NV
NV
19/Cisgender/find me at a cemetery.    does growing up count as childhood trauma
Ahchosi Grandiose
77/F/New York    Oh it's all clear, the poetry is about one's own fucking ego n shit and how one hides from their fucking self and how one ...
Judy Ponceby
Ohio, USA    Mom, Nature Lover, Explorer of Life.
Alexandria
Toronto    18.
Winn
with(out) Wolf    That first "Hello" was a reunion. The final "Goodbye" - - an impossibility. (Cover photo by Winnie Carolina)
I write about things I think I know about- I know not much of love. Also, most of what I write is pretty bad, but ...
Poetic T
On Oblivions Doorstep    I am that which was once many stars but faded reborn under a different name Darkness is my tether enjoy my many shades.. Once the ...
Eve
Eve
am I really living?    i will let you go, if you want me to
Savannah the Desert Mermaid
Your Girlfriend's Pants    The name's Savannah, and I'm hella gay. I'm a writer, painter, and I live to read. I'm weird and my social skills are seriously lacking. ...
Isha Kumar
20/India    Life is a party and I'm the pinata
Justin S Wampler
30/M    Pens were designed with wordful purposes, our hands and minds serve only as catalysts.
Deon
20/M    Still there?
Santiago
My Gerber Baby    El Ángel De La Muerte Revelations 7:1 After this I saw four angels standing at the four corners of the earth, holding back the four ...
Cold-Bones
29/M/Missouri Joplin   
Marshie The Mellow
along the cosmos~♡    a. k. a. Mikaela Sapalo My poetry is my most vulnerable self.
Birdy
Netherlands    When going through tough times, sometimes the only thing that pulls me through is writing it down. since my notes are full, I'd like to ...
FallenAngel93
north Carolina    Stupid us for thinking we were in love. Stupid me for thinking I was finally good enough..
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far from home    i traced the chord back to the wall. no wonder, it was never plugged in at all
Anastasia Loves You
Toronto    moon dust in your lungs stars in your eyes you are a child of the cosmos; ruler of the skies
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