20/M/Philippines    find me in the graveyard of dandelions

19/F/everywhere i shouldn't be    i’m still moving on & moving along because life doesn’t stop when she pushes you down into the mud// follow me on instagram — zoie_baby

22/F/Melbourne    Writing is my escapism. Only words formed in my mind can translate into my hand and produce the deepest part of something within my soul.

28/M/Vancouver    Words between walls

25/F    I write for myself. I’m not good at it.

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39/M/NJ    Not Everything I Write Is About Me , However I Only Write For Myself....... Remember Jesus Is The Way And The Light.

A poem is like a tickle, it gives both joy and pain: with blissful tears and tearful giggles, you'll read that poem again. A poem …

Words are so easily spoken but rarely ever meant. Be wise of the words you speak don't allow vinum to flow from your tongue as …