25/M/Hungary
A night time snowstorm, the strum of a guitar string, unending dreams, the smell of freshly used ink. "Do not hide your flaws, your cracks, …
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 …
Humboldt County Ca.
Life on the Mad River. Through lines: poetry. I went into psychology with two questions: how do people work and what is the source of …
Cebu, Philippines
A highly disturbed Cebuana who sings and writes, still figuring out how to adult, and have some sort of deep understanding of the world which …
18/M/kenya/eldoret
poetry in my DNA...my grandpa blessed me with bits.. and bits of it I may say am blessed I speak....and express my thoughts in poetry....