24/F/England    i did my best, which was bad, i know

35/M/New York City   

F/Philly    I use a pen and a pad most of the time. Sometimes I just type my poem right in the little box. Im not interested …

Minneapolis    I am a musician of sorts who foolishly believes that his lyrics are something like poetry - blasphemy I know :- ) I have fun …

I am a writer, of both poetry and fiction, since as long as I can remember. It is simply a part of who I am, …

Pretoria, South Africa    My friends deranged thoughts and sadistic ways don't drive me to madness, but a comfortable place of darkness..so yeah!

United States    I've always written, but decided to start sharing what I write. I find now that I love anything written by my parents, grandparents... (even recipes) …

English is not my mother tongue

Wonderland   

Thailand    I came for the food and decided to stay. I write when the mood strikes. "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned …

M/Rochester, New York    Contentment, worry, love and fury, Fear and bravery, knighthood, knavery, Joy and sorrow, today, tomorrow, Truthing, lying, singing, sighing, Sitting, leaping, running, sleeping, Living dying, …

The Moon    Wanderer. Survivor. All poems are property of Keah Jones. Unless marked otherwise.

F/Choctaw Nation    "Anything's possible if you've got enough nerve." ~J.K. Rowling

22/F/United States    You won't find another brutally honest poet like me.

England    i love writing. i try to let my subconscious write the poems. born may 1969.

16/Following the bees    Včely

27   

21/F/Pennsylvania    Sensitive narcissist

United States    though it all, my weak moments have created my strongest yet. my youtube channel, i'm starting to record some of my poems. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCdnmLbp6M_ZdjVYOTIPBQ_A

21/F/SG    The quiet things that no one ever hears about

❤️ follow your dreams, they know the way ❤️

Julia Mae Brandt I'm nineteen. There's a truth to blurry pictures.

M/mumbai; India    Am just here to endure the writings and to enjoy the richness of it ....

Ft. Lauderdale    I’m a lost soul trapped in the wrong era on a path of self discovery. I’m merely an accumulation of my thoughts & experiences. Poetry …