America    I don't write so people can read. I write because that's how I breathe. Poetry is my escape. I pour everything I am into my …

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I will write until my muse is silenced and my fingers deny their dexterity. Words will spring from me until the font runs dry and …

M/nyc    A poetpourri history of a journey from naissance to humility, in between, the white (s)pacing of poems decorating a life...to read me is to perhaps, …

I love writing and reading. Ehh. I believe in tolerance above almost everything else. I am quite lazy. Started a blog recently. Do check it …

26/F/north carolina    [ prev. pen name: ophelia letourneau ] • queer poet

London    human being / twitter.com/clickbaitpoetry / read them aloud

the city   

flaming arrow    “The only man who never makes mistakes is the man who never does anything.” ― Roosevelt / If you could time-travel to a moment in …

Potchefstroom, RSA   

in my mind    but did you poetry?

Huddersfield    Just bleeding words

United States    INFJ Male Gemini thewrongbull.tumblr.com

F    But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are …

M/USA    Your friendly, neighborhood, Crash Test Prodigy. Pianist, Guitarist,Composer, Singer-Songsmith... Painter, Poet.

53/F/Rochester NY    I have walked in the darkness of I can’t feel because I choose not to. Fell face down and bumped my head on every feeling …

32/M/Northamptonshire, England    Reece A.J. Chambers is a 32-year old published writer and poet. All works - © Reece A.J. Chambers http://reeceajchambers.wordpress.com/ https://www.instagram.com/reece.aj.chambers/ https://www.facebook.com/ChambersReeceAJ

Maryland    Taoist, Heathen, Chaos Magickian, Geek, Programmer, Gamer, Husband, Son, Brother, Frater, Consumer, Writer, Addict, Lover... and now Poet, I guess. I've only recently started to …

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I literally say whatever's on my mind. i have no filter. poetry happens when i organize my thoughts. Some of my words are on clothes, …