Fenstad, Norway.    Norwegian. Construction worker at daytime. Poet, musician and artist at night. All poems are the original works and property of © S.G. Holter, unless otherwise …

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 …

Idaho moved to Texas    Retired IT Specialist who writes to maintain sanity. Raising two grandchildren and 1 who are a delight of my life. I began writing in the …

Honolulu, HI    I really hate bio's...youll know me better by what I write, but if you really want to know...a small town kid that wants to find …

My words may not always be eloquent, but they are true. Writing to purge my soul rather than to please another is cathartic. Enjoy my …

23/F/LaSalle    Hi there! I'm Melissa. Let's be friends. My mind is something even I don't quite grasp, but I try my best to let the thoughts …

In Silence ..    I am just me, on a small blue dot in a vast universe. My words are but carbon in a sea of something lost. All …

M/North Western Oregon    World traveler, Yarn Spinner, Published writer, Front porch philosopher, back porch dreamer. Gentleman Farmer, Devoted Father and Grandfather. Lover of Nature. Proud to have been …

Literature lover & film fanatic

27/M/Cairo, Egypt    5th grade teacher in Cairo, Egypt. Originally from Washington State. On an endless search to find the things life is about like sour patch kids …

Canada   

all over   

44/F/South Africa    I wrote my very first poem at the age of 15, it was on paper. It was a time of expression, it lasted well into …

F/Detroit    a moved mover • all works original • copyright ©

19/F/United States    Sometimes you'll find sharpie on my skin because the words like to escape sometimes.

Indiana    I'm just a Lost Soul..A Star that burned out to early!

32/F/Washington, D.C.    "Look inside of my soul, and you can find gold and maybe get rich."

I feel a lot and say too much.

F/New York, New York    Rarely Really Reality...

19/F    well aren't we screwed

Egypt    Drunk on poetry. I write to free my soul. Poetry is the only way out of this labyrinth.