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Manhattan, New York    Unfolding enveloping missiles of soul
FallenAngel93
north Carolina    Stupid us for thinking we were in love. Stupid me for thinking I was finally good enough..
Rj
Rj
sort of an emotional blob of lines
PrttyBrd
My words may not always be eloquent, but they are true. Writing to purge my soul rather than to please another is cathartic. Enjoy my …
India    A post graduate in science with a flair for writing. Ex-banker of a public sector bank inIndia and retd. Sr.DGM (HR) of a public limited …
Vanessa Gatley
23/F    share some of my work, if you like FOLLOW BACK love ya keep writing rock on Message lot of people who have seen my work …
Nancy E Tracy
Texas    I have been writing poetry since the '70's. I like whimsical poetry. I have won a few awards when I was active in "World of …
Hopes of a Recovery
California    Fyaayhl Is a recovery such a hard thing to have?
Margaret B
19/F/PA    i like music, dogs, and the occasional rhyme.
Karl Franssen aka Bryson Flegg
That Place Where I'm From    "I am the very model of a scientist salarian" “I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.” Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged …
islam
Someone.
B
B
Jealous of the moon. Follow my Twitter @SweetPlacidity_
Eudora
ThePoet
28/F/Canada    Sarah Ahmed
r0b0t
Seattle    Gonna redo this.
Marium Iqbal
18/F/New Jersey    Life goes on. Whether you want it to, or not. It just keeps moving forward.
axr
axr
18/F/India    I am a falling stone in a world of glass.
AJ
AJ
23/F/GR, Michigan    you're pretty, but not pretty enough to be worthy of a second glance
Soumya Inavilli
India    I shalt not cage the bird which sings the songs of the heart.
Lone Wolf
Please don't share or use my poetry without my permission. This means do not send it to anyone, and do not post it anywhere (reposting …
Acid Loves Mercury
I live when, not where    The sun rises and sets with a single woman, unconditionally, and for no other audience.
Alexis
Michigan    "Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing." -Sylvia Plath
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