Surabaya    Undeluded living dose of paradox and confounded questions. Golden-time writer, caffeine junkie, ordinary painter without palette nor consent. The backstage ghost.

Mount Vernon, Ohio    18. BYUI. Don't Give Up, Don't You Ever Give Up. Just trying to make sense of this life called reality.

Ohio, USA    Mom, Nature Lover, Explorer of Life.

you know    "Having yielded up his lusts, his errors, his opinions and prejudices, he has entered into possession of the knowledge of God, having slain the selfish …

A dream chaser in a world which is haunted by reality

Florida; Italy    Giuseppi Buonaiuto is a former commissioned officer and veteran; employed later by one of the more obscure government clandestine services. He holds numerous graduate degrees …

I like to spoon and eat toast. Most of my poems are works of fiction, but in response to the daily events and emotions of …

Pensylvania, USA    My introduction Have you ever been lucky enough to figure out where your dreams come from? I have. Korea All Poems Original, Copyright © Ronald …

79/M/"Foxglove",Taranaki, NZ    Australian native who has adopted New Zealanders..Wonderful people ! Wonderful country! Have been writing everyday poetry for everyday people for over 60 years. Love Janet …

india    Ying yang to kaizen= Y2K kapildsrawat.wordpress.com twitter.com/KapildsRAWAT https://www.facebook.com/KapildsRAWAT

Just a girl caught in a daze, loving words and the sun's rays. Self Proclaimed Helluo Librorum. Make me fall in love with words all …

Hogwarts    here's to those firefly dreams that turn to ashes in the sunrise.

Philippines    "poetry is flawed as its poet." - qyf When I heard someone, after reading my poems, dubbed me as "Dark Poet," me said to him …

Just thinking…

22/F/Connecticut    I may have faith to make mountains fall, but if I lack love then I am nothing at all.

58/M/Arkansas    I do not write for money anymore. I write in hopes to inspire and entertain someone.

London - England    I won't explain what the poems mean so don't ask! You are the music while the music lasts. - if it's untitled, then it's unfinished. …

I don't speak the language of any reality, and I stagger among the things of life. Fernando Pessoa. Twitter @fairycemetery

South Carolina    I write perhaps in order not to go mad. Or, on the contrary, to touch the bottom of my madness.

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 …