forest city, nc    17 · north carolina · poet

New York    grow up, kid.

F    //i post sporadically at best

Northern Washington   

moonlight as an astronaut

"Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the …

45/F/Michigan    Writing is a reminder that I'm still alive. A hippie with a gypsies touch. Hollow, trying to embrace the earths saliva. Ask me anything I'm …

I oftentimes dabble in the art of the written word.

Washington    Those who are broken, never want anyone else to be.

Thrive

Dayton, Ohio    Lost soul swimmin' in a fish bowl, year after year

Pennsylvania    Some call it "expression" I call it "insanity"

London    human being / twitter.com/clickbaitpoetry / read them aloud