Vienna
“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness ...
21/F/Building galaxies within
We are all strange in our own ways We are all dancing to the music of things http://themusicofthings.blogspot.in/ https://www.instagram.com/amrutxa/
Between Midnight and 3am
Sea salt and tentacle love letters scatter into my aromatic wind like snowfall in the Arctic. Prevalent. Soft, sweet layers of flowery smoke linger in ...
Brighton, England
Loopy lady loves to muse and converse with others, writes amateur odes from time to time. I love flowers, my kids, making things, my job ...
Bellingham, Washington
Feel free to leave pointers, opinions, or any thoughts\connections. Someone once told me poetry couldn't really be enjoyed until shared. So here it is.
45/F/Michigan
Writing is a reminder that I'm still alive. A hippie with a gypsies touch. Hollow, trying to embrace the earths saliva. Ask me anything I'm ...