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Graced Lightning
NYC//DTX    Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - …
Meaghan M
impatient. Waiting for life to start, so I can hold off dying.
29/M/Philippines    Poetry is the air I breathe. :)
Marti
Matt Jursin
37/M/Colorado    Been living in CO for 8 years. I dont have a clue how to define what kind of poetry I write, but most things are …
spysgrandson
Yes, I am the grandson of a spy--being perilously curious is part of my DNA.
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Julian Dorothea
Philippines    this life is yours. read Foucault or fuck off. listen to music. look at yourself and do nothing else...like in an introvert way not in …
Kim Davis
Arkansas    17 year old visual art student at an arts high school, I like to divulge myself into every form of art that I can. My …
Jeremy Duff
NorCal, where it's sunny    I write about girls and the weather and sometimes both. "We laugh in self-defense"
James Fate
Earth    I have no idea what's going on
Whatyoudon'tknow
Utah    You don't know me, you probably don't want to. I am not considered wise by any means. I'm not really optimistic, so pardon the next …
Victoria
"She Spoke Intelligently & They Bit it, Always Trying to Copy But When They Tried To Use Her Vocab. They Sounded Sloppy. She Had a …
rommelgto
Philippines    Batman!
I am the ocean, I am the sea, there's a world inside of me.
Isabella Pullivan
United States    My poetry book. http://www.lulu.com/shop/isabella-pullivan/a-dark-escape/paperback/product-21346599.html You can also find my work here. https://www.facebook.com/pages/Isabella-Pullivan/898024400249035 Check out my writers blog at isabellapullivan.com
g clair
Poetry 2007-2015
Rachel Ueda
Shannon
"if a writer falls in love with you, you can never die" -unknown
Nicole Fraser
Wellington, Nz    Writing helps me express my emotions and emotions I pick up from around me,some are fiction some are non-fiction and some are both.
MS Lynch
Long Island    When I write poetry, I can feel flowers growing out of my fingertips. Blissfully moody and miserably young. Always loving, always cursing. Mental illness survivor, …
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