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AD Mullin
From the Belly   
i bet you can’t run for as long as you can hide
Hey im new to this ive never really been good at poetry but i wanted to try it out.
36/F/Seattle, WA    Creative writer, dreamer, make-believer...INFJ...I started a poetry blog, and since then poems seem to come out of a place so real yet imaginary.
Sorrowful Serendipity
16/F/Itomorie    my presence may feel like a pretty serenity, but my existence is the profound definition of insanity. ~m "finding refuge in my own lies" :3
Oh    Licensed. Noggin cracker. When I spend 5 minutes on Nothing It doesn't show. ! ! ! Read "Poet at 40" !!! 2nd from bottom If ...
Buried Words
17/F/Ireland    My poems aren't the best, but I write them when I'm suffocated by my deepest emotions. Whatever is written is truly felt in the moment ...
22/F/Albania    On land , at sea or in the air.
David Liam Nachlinger
20/M/Passau, Germany    I'm a liberal gaytheist looking for a way into a more civilized and like-minded society. Czech, Actor, Model, Singer, Artist, Philanthropist, Diva, Octogenarian , Banjo ...
Purcy Flaherty
50/M/Earth    I'm a poet, musician, song writer and fool ~ my spirit lies somewhere in-between these things, I'm reaching out to you.
Genderqueer/wʜᴇʀᴇ    ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴡɪsᴇʟʏ
F/out there    I’m not supposed to be here.
A Walking Paradox
Denise Uy
17/F    I write for myself because I'm shy but I think it's time to share my thoughts to the world. Char. <3
Keith Wilson
Windermere UK    Retired Gardener. Been published in many books. But find this site truly amazing. Thank you all..
22/F/Ville aux Cent Clochers    Not heartless yet. ;-)
The Suspicious Oracle
120/Portland, Year 2XXX   
Marianne Cruz
20/F/Philippines    Happy person, sad soul. Free mind, chained heart.
Slightly Lovely
15/F/A small town in WA    Hi, I guess I’m creative, I write poetry, love music, and draw. I love my cat, and fandoms, and yeah, I’m kinda boring.
T daniels
28/M/hudson nh    Shall I project a world?” ― Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49
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