24/M/South Africa    Writer | This is ancestral, past-life reading; this is meditation & prayer; this is future telling. always becoming. The undying soul in a decaying case. …

An atom trying to understand itself. wastelandofbrokendreams.blogspot.in

23/F    Living in the exclusivity of my mind as my body wanders aimlessly in the void of reality.

Canada    Two beliefs that I follow strongly in my life: 1) Hard work ALONE leads to failure. Even a donkey does hard work and farmers do …

Hello friend! My name is infamous1! I've been writing for years, its my voice. I'm being more creative no longer self destructive. I started writing …

Can I even say I am here?    Lost but suddenly found

26/F   

@deadwoodhaiku    deadwood haiku is exactly what the fuck it sounds like, cocksucker deadwoodhaiku.blogspot.com @deadwoodhaiku on twitter

Montreal, Quebec    If you like my work, find my blog at https://letrangerechezelle.wordpress.com/ (Ariel Baptista is a pen name)

North Carolina    Do I bleed because I hold the lovely rose, Or is the rose so lovely because I bleed to hold it http://thelosthalfhour.com https://twitter.com/thelosthalfhour https://www.facebook.com/A.J. Mayfield …

Happy-go-graced IG @ jeriellelasac (http://hellopoetry.com/jeriellelasac/collections/)

Gweru, Zimbabwe    The face of Mary Is my moon tonight As I am intoxicated By the rhythm Of the dance without legs (From the poems of Omah …

Baroda.    17 and barely making it. The things he said may have left permanent scars. I break hearts for poetry but then don't we all?

Cardiff    I work in mental health which is pretty stressful sometimes so my outpourings are my release. Please note that all works posted by me are …

21/F/Kingsville    my sadness and i get along well

27/M/Colorado   

Singapore    🇸🇬 I write to breathe out this toxic waste of space. @Erennwrites

Bombay. India.    call off the search for your soul or put it on hold

Purgatory    Come take a walk, join me in my moonlit charade, shadows play, darkness sings, the curtain opens and the act begins ...

🇸🇬    Wield them proud for they are your own. Words are yours to cast in stone. Unsheathe them with reason and rhyme. Reveal them so they …

My Kali kills, my Draupadi strips, my Sita climbs on a strangers lap. My women militate. they belittle kings, take on the sun, take after …

On Oblivions Doorstep    I am that which was once many stars but faded reborn under a different name Darkness is my tether enjoy my many shades.. Once the …

Horsham Sussex    Old and retired I'm not a poet but a simple dreamer who only dreams of being a poet The new photo is of my new …