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amrutha
25/F/Building galaxies within    I've been here since 2014. I was 14 then. Now I'm 25, back here posting more. Come follow my journey :)
Ronell Warren Alman
Lynnwood, Washington    This is my description of myself and my poetry. My name is Ronell Warren Alman. I was born on Monday, August 26th 1974 in New …
Ghania Sohail
Islamabad, Pakistan    How could she sleep when you filled her head with ideas bigger than a dream?
Juniper Deel
Words are the thoughts I can not speak. If I don't write I will explode.
Fenix Flight
25/F/The Kingdom of Amythest    5/26/17 the day my daughter was born in heaven. 7/26/18 the day my heart started to heal. My son was born I wont say my …
isabelle isabelle
Illinoise    sadly I can be no one but myself if it was up to me I would be the universe and nothing else twitter : rosmarined
KarmaPolice
M/Birmingham (England)    A writer with PTSD, struggling to maintain his place in the world. All my poems are copyrighted to me. ©
TheKid
A New Yorker who moved and is now out of place My name is Julian
Maeve
Olivia Mercado
If once we were able to view the Borges fable in which the cartographers of the Empire draw up a map so detailed that it …
r
r
NC    Life provides the contours, poets provide the shading and color ~ r All rights reserved.
Koe
Koe
Plano, Texas    "There are invisible chains constricting my voice. However only you can decide if you want to listen or not."
leah
Kent, Ohio    You wouldn't respect me if you knew what really was behind all the words I compose the thorns in my mind that produce a red …
Zead
i would talk about who i am but that could be good meat for a poem at some time. besides, identification ruin how you reflect …
Sean Critchfield
Writes poetry from the bottom of his old busted heart.
Autum Fay
My mind is a very figurative place. I write a lot of poetry because my thought process is a run on sentence and I will …
Patrick Diaz
20/M/Manila    read slowly
tranquil
New Delhi, India    every breeze touching the face of sand is filled with longing and satisfaction extracted from tumultuous sea and from sunburnt repose of tranquil souls © …

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