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Antony Glaser
60/M/croydon    Time out contemplation, with nature and relationships. A whiff of everyday political concerns. Sylvia Plath is my favorite female poet. Georg Trakl is my favorite …
King
NuBlaccSoul
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. …
Kira
Earth?    Relatively new to this whole thing. Well, hello anyway. I'm Kira. That's Ky-rah. Welcome to my thoughts, literally.
Raphael Uzor
Lagos, Nigeria    @ralphyloo
Sean Fitzpatrick
But nature is a stranger yet; The ones that cite her most Have never passed her haunted house, Nor simplified her ghost. To pity those …
Tameria
"what we've got here is a failure to communicate"
Thisis A Pseudonym
26/M/Johannesburg    Somewhere between a role model and a cautionary tale. This is where I empty the bar of my bottled emotions. This is where I grow …
Connecticut    Imagination; where stories are born and bred.
Sommer  Parks-Scott
Michigan    I love life more and more each day. Life; learning to truly accept, understand, and love your process of growth to success. "The first to …
Wolf
I am but a wolf, wandering through the darkness looking for a trick or two to play. I will roam 'til light of day chases …
Katelyn Knapp
Philadelphia, PA    Only a fool speaks softly in a time of war.
Dean Allen
Around    Among other things; I breathe oxygen.
Katie
Turco Dimas
st64
flaming arrow    “The only man who never makes mistakes is the man who never does anything.” ― Roosevelt / If you could time-travel to a moment in …
Arrywill keepya smilin
Medford Oregon,    I am Jessica Applegate hit it up?' stay true to the realist, make proud stay loud, in a bad mood?. don't ever be rude. don't …
Atalanta Undigested
There's no two days alike. Pen Name: @CaroPolhamus
James Banks Worsham
34/M/NYC    I'm from Alpharetta Georgia. If you read my stuff please tell me what you think, even if you hate it.
jdmaraccini
F    But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are …
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