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 ...