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mybarefootdrive
Edinburgh   
Mysidian Bard
32/M/Mysidia    Tell me is something eluding you, sunshine? Is this not what you expected to see? If you want to find out what's behind these cold …
Busbar Dancer
Not a choice
BarelyABard
Nowhere    I am a young man adjusting to sunlight. I guess that is all you need to know for now.
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
30/M/Salem, New Hampshire    Here, now
vienna bombardieri
F/Canada    I have been writing poetry since the age of twelve. Writing is my therapy . I love to share ideas with other poets.
Barton D Smock
48/M/Columbus, Ohio    write daily at kingsoftrain.com / I'm serious if you are.
62/M/Ireland   
Barker
M/Ottawa    The only thing that separates me from you are the city lights and the night sky.
Barbara R Maxwell
F    Former career librarian with over 25 years in libraries and media. Previously served as chief of staff to a former NFL player. Poet and writer. …
Lily Barrett
F/United States   
Jo Barber
26/F    “One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.” - Jack Kerouac
Charles Barnett
Ironton, Ohio    www.twitter.com/charlietruant
Denis Barter
Ontario    Beginning to feel quite ancient and more so, because of late, it's been a long, rough journey I undertook. Not one of my choosing, but …
Melinda Barrett
Ft. Lauderdale    I’m a lost soul trapped in the wrong era on a path of self discovery. I’m merely an accumulation of my thoughts & experiences. Poetry …
David Barr
Scotland    Dumbarton Castle; "The Nightmare" by Francisco Jose de Goya y Lucientes, 1781. All of my stuff is copyrighted, before I even post it on this …
Danielle Barlow
"She's singing 'Baby, come home' in a melody of tears while the rhythm of the rain keeps time."
Bard
27/M/Anchorage, Alaska    Bloom to Death
PHD Candidate, literature fiend, irreverent Irish Misanthrope looking for moments of grace in a contradictory world. A little too novice to pertain to any further …
gravelbar
33/M/x    x.
This is my secret place. To let my thoughts slip through my fingers as I type. Because they so often do not find their way …

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