Barcelona   

fl    I write poetry, I don't think I'm very successful, but I'm just carefully putting my thoughts into words.

22/F/Spent Out    The door is open, stand and knock, you hold the key, not all is lost.

I'm easily my happiest when I'm putting pen to paper, or lost in my computer screen. I love getting submerged in the magical world of …

I am a person with a messy drawer for a brain, a battlefield for a heart, and a blank sheet of paper for a life. …

28/F/Philadelphi, Pennsylvania    Grew up in a small northern Pennsylvanian town. lost in the city, missing the forest.

We are ephemeral. Take all, and grieve none, for there is never enough time.

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27/F/Salt Lake City    "Nothing can be known. If it could be known, it could not be communicated. If it were communicated, it would be misunderstood." - Gorgias

19/F/Somewhere    Mostly just writing when I'm sad.

Lebanon    Instagram @thesoundofeli @harleyhucof

18/F/India    I am a falling stone in a world of glass.

I'd ask for a pen, but I feel like a keyboard is more day-and-age relevant.

Vancouver Island, BC    .♡. cosmos | love&lust | mental health .♡. IG:@micalightpoetry

New Jersey    I'm a twenty one year old psych major living in Bergen county. I've always loved writing, it always seemed to be the only way I …

Ohio    I have missed the joys of writing in recent years, but am glad to have found this avenue and community to indulge in my love …

Within My Heart    Just writing what I think, what I feel and everything inbetween. As Poe said "All that we see or seem, is but a dream within …

48/M/Washington D.C    "This is how they survive. You must know this. You're too smart not to know this. They paint the world full of shadows... and then …

New Brunswick, Canada    I am addicted to words...the ebb and flow...transition of heart and soul to paper... I can be found on VerseWrights as myself:)

Singapore    Writers are great lovers. They fall in love with other writers. That's how they learn to write.-Natalie Goldberg Musarrat Bte Salam is currently studying in …

Boston   

Atlanta    The shadows are my home, In an abandoned shed I freeze As I rock back and forth thinking to myself Writing down ever letter that …