England
If I didn't write I would have exploded by now.
Hurt me with the truth rather than a lie, truth warrants respect, a lie just makes you liar.
Typical Brunette finding herself in a world for 7million others. I post poems related to my relevant situations in life. Follow me on Twitter @Wonderlustxoxx
Austin
I'm not a writer by any means. ~desiderata~
Land of Nightmares
I write to cope with memories of a childhood filled with abuse. Even after 30 years a sound or smell can make me become a …
25/F/here, there & everywhere
it's just words after all
M/nyc
these days breathe through words, molecules of vowels, stem cells of consonants, the fabric, the tissues of life, veins are a dictionary of corpuscles, red …
America
I know I am simple, in verse and in rhyme, but it comes from my heart, so please be kind.
"Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can …
Joplin, Mo
23. Weird. Critics very welcome.
England
feminist/pagan/17 into reading, writing, poetry, philosophy, psychology and nature
Philadelphia
I'm not sure what I'm doing really. But I enjoy the challenge of trying to manipulate language to most accurately convey a concept.
US
A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One— Better of it—continual be afraid— Than it— And Whom you told …
Massachusetts
I'm strange. My little sister is Adreishka Liz. She is the best poet I know on here. I like the color blue. I never judge …
"If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . …
Here
navigating through life via flannel shirts and spaghetti-o's
Groovin on this train ride of awareness knowing all my feelings are valid. I am love. You are love. I am.
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 …
M/earth
If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead, either write something worth reading or do things worth writing.
New York
I am the lyrics of the songs I write, each strung together by the mind I fight.