Love humanity despite everything. Aquarian, Australian.
England
i love writing. i try to let my subconscious write the poems. born may 1969.
Los Angeles
Writings on the wall..
I hope that my writings touch others as Poetry and Timeless Prosodies have touched me. aka: MoonFlower "Fluer de Luna" Currently recovering from a traumatic …
tired boy writing crappy sentences.
17/F/Australia
Because we're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?
Older, wiser, more eloquent. Novelist. Current novel: Auvera Jane To A Science
the light of the moon
A second site so I may write of things just a bit too raw to end up on the world wide web, under my name …
Cape Town
Escape from reality.
nowhere special
I'm not home.... leave a message
Richmond
leftover spaghetti brain
Chasing the Moon
Lycan is my pseudonym. He's someone I aspire to be. "Fate had its last cry two minutes till midnight."
Bangalore, India
23, Yogi, Mystic, Writer, Observer, Solo Wanderer, Poet. Connect with me at www.facebook.com/vinayvlr
If people were rain I was a drizzle, and you were a hurricane.
Support me here: https://www.patreon.com/EilivAdvena
Ireland
Ill-placed, hobbit- sized, word lover, writer and most of all utterly lost creature. Here are my confessions Copyright © Cíara McNamara. All rights reserved.
Sacramento, CA. USA
Born, Lived, Dreamed Won, Lost, Gave Drove, Flew, Road MO, All Over, Still Love, Love, Love Truck, Kite, Bike “To laugh often and much; To …
32/F/Standing on the gallows
Words are all I have. All original content ©2013-2024 The Noose
M/Zürich, Switzerland
Technology professional. Cancer Survivor. Motorcycle aficionado. Amateur astronomer. Writer. Website: ronsparks.com #Author #Poet
26/F/Guyana
Ambivert.
compton, ca
i probably wrote something about you too facebook/twitter/instagram: @lizaswallace lizaswallace.com
Canada
I wanted a way to deal with "everything"... Then i found out "everything" really meant nothing..... I lost everyone close to me in a very …
A poem is like a tickle, it gives both joy and pain: with blissful tears and tearful giggles, you'll read that poem again. A poem …