Descartes walked into a bar. The tender asked him if he wanted a drink, to which he replied, "I think not", and *POOF* He disappeared.

Here to Helpfully Heal, Hopefully

Two-Spirit/Out There, Somewhere    He stood upon the soft night and held earnest- The hillside cradles his breaking.

Perfection is a myth Opinions are a gift Perception is the key Obsessions is disease This is what I have learned in my short life.

Florida    I am not a poet as poets are known and not sure if this is where I belong but i want to write and so …

Tea and comics and cigarettes. Dusty tomes from libraries. Ghosts and aliens and sketch comedy.

F/NY    Like dices thrown in the air, letters jumbled and tumbled. Settled on the ground they form words. I connect them back to reform a chain, …

Boston   

F    But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are …

M/Bikol, Pilipinas    Maski ika, minalipas sana.

California    Fiction is the closest I've ever gotten to the truth

I'm kind of a poet, but not really.

Richmond , Ca    Determined or Deter-minded?

it doesn't last forever

33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ    A poet donning the hat of a Gazetted Assistant Audit Officer. Ex-SBI Probationary Officer '22. I self-publish on KDP. Published 10 different books and sequels …

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"Many people need desperately to receive this message: 'I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, …

NYC    This is somewhat relevant to my life

Ontario    "The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no …

Life is what you make it. And you are what you make of life.

Canada