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. …

23/M/Erie, PA    I once compared myself to a flower, But flowers seem to wither apart. They cannot withstand the cold, Nor can they endure a dark heart.

20/M/Washington state    All poets are brothers

I'd be lying if I called myself a poet. You'd be lying if you called your self a rabbit. And yeah, that's totally relevant. Content …

Kentucky    I've written poetry since age 19. It was the very day my youngest child was born. She was my little angel, and the first several …