Ohio
a day dreamer
Boston
sorry mom
24/F/sargodha punjab pakistan
sensitive honest and caring☺
Toowoomba
Pretentious poet
The sphere of consciousness floating inside the walls of your head is the final bed where you will sleep once you are dead.
The English language is truly beautiful. It's a shame that we insult it by not using it to full potential.
did i ever matter?
(g;)
Attempting to understand and express despite the fluidity of human emotion. Bear with me.
When I dare to be powerful, to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I …
25/F
poems define themselves, not the authors
Warren
pray to god i'm the devil
Dublin, Ireland
I write verse on everyday life situations. I have had a number of poems published in local magazines. Author of "Out of My Head" a …
California
Sea glass cuts me in pastoral dreams I wish to be peaceful, away from all this
London
a lost dreamer
26/M/Manila
soul-searcher
Botswana
I like to write and make music. www.thecaesura.wordpress.com
maybe i'm not all yellow
Puerto Rico
The adroitness of writing and creating art.
23/F
word vomit
Nepal
Speak the language of silent thoughts...!!
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