New York   

New Delhi, India    every breeze touching the face of sand is filled with longing and satisfaction extracted from tumultuous sea and from sunburnt repose of tranquil souls © …

Singapore    Mediocre at best.

butterflies in my brain

Toronto   

New York City    My poetry being like a Greyhound bus, words to destination with termination being the period.

25/Cis/NORTH LITTLE ROCK AR    “Haec ego non multis (scribo), sed tibi: satis enim magnum alter alteri theatrum sumus."- I am writing this not to many, but to you: certainly …

F    I had to choose between boredom and vulgarity and I chose vulgarity.

I will write until my muse is silenced and my fingers deny their dexterity. Words will spring from me until the font runs dry and …

25/Colorado   

We do what we want and we live by what we did. - nr.

Minneapolis   

Nigeria    I live to write and inspire. From Monday to Sunday My words live on FOUR WORDS - grit, grace, guts and gumption

learning

England    My Mantra: Cut Paper Not Skin. "One word can change a person. Imagine what a whole book can do"

we rise again in the grass. in the flowers. in songs.

America    “I feel no need to explain myself Or my poetry Read it and you will Be cursed with knowing All the sides of me” -Eventide …

America    "i am a blank canvas/ make me beautiful" ~mb

Ivie[pseudonym]//16//lover of all intricate things,sequined flapper dresses,quaint libraries and addicted to coffee and lies. http://vivre-voyage.tumblr.com/

Nashville, TN    I'm a musician. You can listen here: https://www.facebook.com/CaitLeary