Melbourne    There's a language in the way heartstrings get tickled.

"I'm not much a poet but a criminal"

20...Student...Ireland

Tokyo    I don't really think when I write. So sorry if my head doesn't make sense.

Chicago   

Life is just a string of cruel jokes with some good memories in between.

(it's an anagram)

I was alone. I was his. Alone again. Lost to this world.

London - England    I won't explain what the poems mean so don't ask! You are the music while the music lasts. - if it's untitled, then it's unfinished. …

Chasing the Moon    Lycan is my pseudonym. He's someone I aspire to be. "Fate had its last cry two minutes till midnight."

India    Two options each has given thee. Let me give you options three. You can hate me, you can love me, And you can even ignore …

Indiana    I fall apart but I'm alive. I, Kinsey Jordyn ©, own all copyrights to my poems. If you would like to use them, please ask …