Texas    If my poetry reaches anyone, I'll be content.

USA    Serial Communicator, Scribbler, Charity for the Homeless and the Forgotten. Lover of Music, Art, Running and Life. © 2015 All rights reserved

I’m no poet but I do write poetry now and again. 36/m/Sk

I had a another profile a little while ago under the same name that I closed down for personal reasons, but I couldn't stand to …

64/M/England    Woke up this morning sniff a few flowers, did not feel lonely until I followed you, and you have to keep running till you get …

Being a person isn't easy.

Milwaukee    “Some lose all mind and become soul, insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted.” “An intellectual says …

I am homo sapiens.

the ambiguous space.    whiskey drinker. thinks too much. a heart that is weighed down by many wings.

Started writing poetry in the military. Full fledged Insomniac, which is where my ideas and poems reside. Warning; lack of sleep will cause crazy babbling …

Utilisation of a proto-dystopian aesthetic and thinly veiled political allusions, how awfully original. http://pastebin.com/bRRXHQT0 I write garbage and I do it sporadically. As in life, …

clarkston ga    I am torn between dreaming and doing. I am caged by inner crisis. Left to my own devices, I have encapsulated myself in comfort,and comfortable …

Oregon    just trying to be the best writer I can be ------------- published within: http://building45.com/index.php Issue #8 http://www.lulu.com/shop/various-authors/wisdom-within-the-pen/paperback/product-22803647.html

...displaced into being    Merely some words here... If upon reflection they become something more...all the better.

I am a musicain. I spend most of my time lost in my delusions of grandure. My writing is kind of all over the place, …

Fall Foliage Winter Winds    Love is eternal behind these words.

This is how I learned to grow up.

Husband of one, father of two, sibling to three Born in the south, married north, living in-between Learnt a little, forgot a lot, trying to …

The mind is my profession and I fill the cracks with writing and music. I am the canvas of the world which I paint.

Words must grow irrevocably tired after long time passing..