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Jose Luis Carreño Troncoso
M/Chile, San Antonio    " IN THE DANGER GROWS, WHICH ALSO SAVE US..." Tragediographer and Submythological Demiurge - Screenwriter, Novelist, Essayist, Tragic Poet, Narrator-Storyteller Translator and Researcher. www.joseluiscarreniotroncoso.wordpress.com
Sajini Israel
Sajini Israel is a writer and poet
King
Bre Woeller
San Tan Valley, AZ    I'm Bre 17 years old and just writing poetry so I don't go insane
Xyns
Where Is My Mind?    I'm Autumn. I spend too much of my time writing poems (more time than you think),so I add to the site quite often. Feedback welcome! …
NuBlaccSoul
24/M/South Africa    Writer | This is ancestral, past-life reading; this is meditation & prayer; this is future telling. always becoming. The undying soul in a decaying case. …
19/F/Up On Mars    https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100094082933586&mibextid=ZbWKwL This is where I'll upload poems and photography from now on please go check it out
DG
DG
Perth, Australia    Im out for good. ☺
Vanessa Gatley
23/F    share some of my work, if you like FOLLOW BACK love ya keep writing rock on Message lot of people who have seen my work …
Bunhead17
Missouri    So close to love Yet not close enough♡ #Only #Wanderlust
MAD
MAD
F/America    I honestly don't know what to put in my bio I'm pretty lame and I suck at making an intro for myself so I think …
Kaitlin Floyd
They say writers are born, not made. I believe myself a born writer. For I do not express myself in tears, or violence - but …
ma    most of my poems sound a little bit like a suicide note and this is the first time i haven't kept them buried 6 feet …
Kambry Wilson
Pennsylvania    Sometimes, I like to write.
19/MA   
Jaxton Tyler Redmond
Utah    I'm just trying to get through this life like everyone else. Writing is deeply underestimated it is the freedom we feel from the things holding …
Austin B
Canada    02-02-1994
Cody Haag
23/M/Erie, PA    I once compared myself to a flower, But flowers seem to wither apart. They cannot withstand the cold, Nor can they endure a dark heart.
Autumn Noire
Washington   
Joel Ochoa
Bronx, NY    When you lay awake at night and a blanket of darkness covers your eyes the words in your brain are all you have.

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