words flow from my pen and have done so since i was in my teens...i started writing on a suggestion from a very good friend... …

Washington    I am the no one nothing no good nobody.

Biography: William Reyland is a religious philosophy researcher and the author of Sons of Isan. His published work includes cultural observations, human interest articles and …

College grad trying to find where to go from here. PeasantPoet™

i hardly title my poems/writings its mostly dates, working on changing that now. i try to use poems to organize my thoughts i would be …

“There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.” - John Keats Copyright © Amanda Small, All Rights Reserved All poems are original …

Male, London, England.

A moment. An emotion. A thought. All of my poems are fragments, not quite complete, not quite from life, not always fiction. Thank you all …

I'm thirty-nine years old, and I'm trying to live in a genuine way. Anyone who's done this will tell you that it's harder than it …

M/New Mexico, USA    "The myth of fulfillment makes us miss the most beautiful aspect of our human souls: our emptiness, our incompleteness, our radical yearning for love." Gerald …

some call themselves writers. well, i write, if that counts for anything.

Holden Caulfield-esque.

Kerala, India    Poetry to me is self exploration that reveals submerged landscapes, otherwise one is unaware of.I love to read fiction and poetry.As a daily news journalist …

Poetry, prose, screenplay and freelance writer. While at Yale Law School, I came to the conclusion that legal opinions were fiction, stories. So I decided …

if the ocean gets rough, will you help me sing?

wannabe poet by night worker bee by day

"The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him, a touch is a …

Jurassic Park, FL    Remember me through poetry: These words and those I wrote before. Remember not the man, for he's Much less, and certainly no more. "Always the …

i write words that i can't speak out loud. these are those words.

I identify myself as no more than a body of myths. I hum to a thinning sky and ask for safety in distance. I, a …