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R M
R M
F/a quiet corner, US    i'm not a writer. or a poet. not really. i am, however, a complete wreck.©
SilentMetanoia
F    Flowers grow back, even after they are stepped on. So will I
Kathryn Paige
eleanor prince
Australia    may light ignite - where shadow sits alone - tell me what you sense - when etchings raw you read - and how my exploits …
Roni Shelley
Don't expect me to write phenomenal poems I'm never told that I can write And I like that But, I do love me a good …
Megan Smith
the unknown   
Wade Lancaster
South Carolina    About Wade Lancaster I could tell you more about me. However, I think you will find us far more interesting, if we share more about …
Denxai Mcmillon
27/Non-binary/Frederick    it isn't always depression it could be that you've simply outgrown things you feel you need.
VVanGone
I was born between a twisted moon and a rising nebula and I have lived and am now living concurrent life sentences of loss and …
raine cooper
I don't speak the language of any reality, and I stagger among the things of life. Fernando Pessoa. Twitter @fairycemetery
Vamika Sinha
Botswana    I like to write and make music. www.thecaesura.wordpress.com
Joseph Schneider
California   
A Lopez
Mexico city, mexico    Hola, I'm Angelina new to this poetry thing just thought I'd come here to like some good poesía and Maby show the little bit I …
Joe Adomavicia
Connecticut    My name is Joseph Adomavicia, I am a licensed CNC Toolmaker full time, I also attend college part time at Naugatuck Valley Community College in …
Midnight Apex
23/M   
Mark Lecuona
I just write; most times it is very direct... I am grateful for those who respond. I guess this is just going to be an …
ZL
F/Earth    I feel sh*t, then write about it.
vivianne
america    but when its good oh its so good
NV
NV
19/Cisgender/find me at a cemetery.    does growing up count as childhood trauma
gee
gee
writer and photographer with a girl-heart
Ignatius Hosiana
30/M/Kampala-Uganda    A fallen Leaf in Autumn, a golden Tulip in Spring. ALL POEMS ©

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