Long Island
When I write poetry, I can feel flowers growing out of my fingertips. Blissfully moody and miserably young. Always loving, always cursing. Mental illness survivor, …
21/F/Louisiana
poetry: the place where the ocean and the mountains meet, where a broken heart is stitched together with words, the place where I am created …
38/Other/Yorkshire
My love was an amazingly talented poet he died suddenly almost two years ago. I've started writing to try and help process my loss. We …