Chicago
22/F/Spent Out
The door is open, stand and knock, you hold the key, not all is lost.
Welcome to my world of poetry. My writings are a simple way to express my thoughts and ideas, which emanates from the journey of life. …
30/M/MKE,WI
ThoughT http://www.facebook.com/RyanMatthew28 Also check out my great friend Jonathan Fernandez on here for some magnificent reading material.
Writing with a pen and paper in hand becomes your new voice. From there, your journey begins.
Belgium
Trying to express myself in a kinda anonymous way
F/United States
Getting back into the swing of things
Chicago
For we are many; the voices inside this human's head, whispering little fragments of truth until he gets over-full and spits them out as clumsy …
When does life start becoming worthwhile? 21 Eastland, Tx twitter.com/_tyrannicide_
28/F/Philadelphi, Pennsylvania
Grew up in a small northern Pennsylvanian town. lost in the city, missing the forest.
the United States
Houston
I bleed myself to be your drink; is not the blood of poets, ink? - William Soutar instagram: @jazzellemonae
Fort Worth
"sometimes when im feeling particularly bad i write shitty poetry and think about how much id rather be dead or in canada"
Hamilton, Ontario
I write when the time permits
Mississippi
Pasacao, Camarines Sur
*screams in panic* Nothing to see here! Leave a message though.
Georgia
Poetry--it just happens. © Ashley Williams
If people were rain I was a drizzle, and you were a hurricane.
Dayton, Ohio
Lost soul swimmin' in a fish bowl, year after year
Guangzhou, China
"All I had to offer was my own confusion." -Jack Kerouac "Ditto." - Me Warrior, poet, wanderer. These words are a tale wrought decades. Tumblr …
In the end, I wonder if the true movement of the world might not be a voice raised in song -the elegance of the hedgehog