London, UK    I'm not a poet. I'm barely a human being.

Purgatory    ''Come take a walk, join me in my moonlit charade, shadows play, darkness sings, the curtain opens and the act begins ... '' I am ...

F/Minnesota    Scribbling Down Endless Thoughts

Virginia, US    Haughty.

20/F/PA    I write to remember, but most importantly to forget.

In between worlds    I'm just here to dilute myself further into the abyss of emotion. That is all

F/India    The world is full of poetry. Writing works as a positive therapy reflecting my thoughts , feelings and love for life. Nature and surroundings inspire ...

22/F/in the midst of it all    you be the sun and i'll be the moon.

20/F    try to find serenity within my words as I slowly learn to find myself. Copyright© 2014 Sydney Mae Dompier

28/F/USA    well, go on... read then.

california    i'm lexi and i'm probably in love with you

In your dreams    Touch me without using your hands. © 2023 Sydney Carter

London    I modestly refer to myself as "Poetess to the Stars". Others have called me a smutty slag and a ponce. Some people have suggested I ...

26/F/Canada    i'm a little bit of everything..

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other ...

20/F/US    check out my author page on amazon @ https://www.amazon.com/author/sydneysalomon

Under my bed...    ...We learned to sing the songs of our forefathers and danced around the fire and dream of dreams we never had and managed to climb ...

23/F/fucked up world    never (in)sane

Roanoke, Virginia    Sad but haughty.

Charleston, West Virginia    I've got a million things that I need to do but they're all secondary. (send all emails to sydneyransonwriting@gmail.com)

31/F/San Diego, CA    Resilient. Ineffable. Hungry.

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18/Non-binary/England    ~ vibe w me ~ v much a dark academia aesthetic

27/Androgyne/Earth    We are love and hate; We are joy and despair; We are life and death; We are the fragments; We are the shards; We are ...

21. Tea. Books. Night. Laughter. [my poems are unedited, raw & unfiltered -it's a practiced vulnerability for an imperfect persona]