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Anand
Pune   
karen champagne
nh    English major from St. Anselms college in NH. A genre of writing from 1983 to the present. Journals full of writing surfaced from 1992. I …
Infamous one
22/Gotham    Hello friend! My name is infamous1! I've been writing for years, its my voice. I'm being more creative no longer self destructive. I started writing …
Jason Cirkovic
30/M/Colorado   
The Girl Who Loves You
Within My Heart    Just writing what I think, what I feel and everything inbetween. As Poe said "All that we see or seem, is but a dream within …
India    A post graduate in science with a flair for writing. Ex-banker of a public sector bank inIndia and retd. Sr.DGM (HR) of a public limited …
MahoganyPumpkin
Arcassin B
27/M/Palm Coast , FL    I'm a poet with dreams I'm 23 I'm also an artist --------------> lllllll ✌
Madhumitha Rajasekaran
Am Not Writer Nor do I know to write poem like a poet but I love to pour my heart out through words... Because I …
Silence Screamz
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 …
Jon Shierling
Old Florida    It goes without saying All Rights Reserved. (Disclaimer: These poems are non-commercial, personal poems to be used for educational or research purposes only. "Fair use" …
ryn
ryn
🇸🇬    Wield them proud for they are your own. Words are yours to cast in stone. Unsheathe them with reason and rhyme. Reveal them so they …
Nicole Ann Sandoval
Kansas (will nvr b home)    You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should've behaved better.-Anne Lamott I'm …
Deborah Brooks Langford
Someone once said today will be yesterday and tomorrow will never come... so love today with all your heart, tomorrow might be too late... Friendship …
Musfiq us shaleheen
47/M/Dhaka, Bangladesh    Love is for yours Love is for mine And we are for each other. @ Musfiq us shaleheen I have bided you, in the center …
Haydn Swan
Purgatory    Come take a walk, join me in my moonlit charade, shadows play, darkness sings, the curtain opens and the act begins ...

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