No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path. ~Buddha "Love is knowing that sometimes …

Rochester, NY   

Lapu-lapu City, PH    a bit of everything. a master of nothing. -- a man of art. an artist - shy and lazy and other stuff. a masochist. an …

Howrah, India    I am nineteen Almost done with sewing my broken pieces back almost done with the stitching The scars are itching The wounds are healing The …

Philippines    No one knows my struggle They only see the trouble

Baltimore/Boston    Just a bad bitch who likes to write bad poetry

South Africa, Cape Town    Too many emotions socially acceptable to express in person. So I write.

Austin, TX    World wanderer, collective liberationist, butterfly on the wall http://acao-coletiva.tumblr.com/search/poetry

47/M/Dhaka, Bangladesh    Love is for yours Love is for mine And we are for each other. @ Musfiq us shaleheen I have bided you, in the center …

Egypt    Drunk on poetry. I write to free my soul. Poetry is the only way out of this labyrinth.

Elsewhere somewhere.    Sometimes, I pretend to be normal. Instagram: @thekataleya Twitter: @catahleya Copyright reserved for all poems, mention if used. Please no plagiarism.

Adel Georgia    I love poetry I love to read I'm inspired by Romeo and Juliet ;) And I love mythical creatures My favorite color is blue and …

25/Non-binary/Bangalore, India.    what is home

NC    Officially addicted to words. Judge if you want.

NC    bruised and broken covered up with blush

Muse: Carried by a wayward wish to hold on to something still which steadies my achy bones while it moves my soul at will

Dublin, Ireland   

Above the clouds    Tired and dried out Like So much salt cod Beckons me to the ocean Empty bottles

F/New York, New York    Rarely Really Reality...