Pasacao, Camarines Sur    *screams in panic* Nothing to see here! Leave a message though.

88/M/Tennessee    William Poppen is retired and spends most of his time writing poems, taking photos, and walking daily.

Lewisville, Texas    To begin. I'm the one with the white shirt, and my sunglasses hanging on my chest..I was born in Brooklyn, NY. Moved to California at …

Braavos    I came into this world nine days late, and I've been trying to make up for lost time ever since.

South Africa    (not) in the swing of things

Chicago    As long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, and beauty out of sorrow ig: mel0dierose

USA    Serial Communicator, Scribbler, Charity for the Homeless and the Forgotten. Lover of Music, Art, Running and Life. © 2015 All rights reserved

I am a compulsive writer who will write about anything on any scrap of paper I can find

Live In the Moment    Rise not on a man's compliment nor fall by his criticism. Rather flourish in an understanding of self ~ T

California    A&G; pomegranatealex.tumblr.com Instagram: @pomegranatealex twitter.com/pomegranatealex

21/Cisgender Female/Maryland    so it goes

Melbourne    There's a language in the way heartstrings get tickled.

Life's an adventure.    I like to think that I'm a poet. Other days I think that I'm a writer. But we like to think a lot of things …

Fall River    My perspective is my greatest enemy and my only ally.The goal is freedom,freedom from the past and the things I can not change.Half the time …

Omaha, NE    I am a college student, and I recently developed a love for writing.

Gone too long....

I don't write for anyone in particular; the world speaks for itself, I just try to capture it.

41/M/Cochin, India    Kuzhur Wilson Poet, India Kuzhur Wilson is one of the major voices of young generation Malayalam poetry. Wilson represented India for Dubai poetic heart 2017. …

Let me enlighten you Indulge your senses Guide you through my map Put down the fences Soak you up with loads of me Then spin …

United States    !

nowhere    i have no right to call myself one who knows i hope by the time you read this poem you are warm