jasmin // 17 // australia
London, UK
I love that moment of connection and the lump in your throat when you find a really special poem. And I've read many, many special …
"We are alive to be who we discover before we die."
It tastes like someone stole my wallet, y'know?~ Gerard Way My poetry really isn't for anyone but me. I enjoy the feedback,but poetry is my …
27/F
I like to pretend that I'm a poet.
not a good writer, i promise
South Africa
Human Being. cumbersome (ˈkʌmbəsəm) or cumbrous adj 1. awkward because of size, weight, or shape: cumbersome baggage. 2. difficult because of extent or complexity: cumbersome …
Chicago
This year is mine.
21/F/Between heaven and hell.
I'm different yet the same as you. I am using this account for both myself and my friend. :) These are the drablings of two …
19/F/Somewhere
Mostly just writing when I'm sad.
Young girl, old heart. A melancholy mix in a world such as this.
England
Published a book of children's poems and short stories, ideal for all children ages 3 to 11 depending upon reading ability. Dragons, Pirates, Magic, Witches, …
India
16.Indian.Crazy.Complicated.Sweet.JaggedThoughts.Confused.Amazing. I'mma big mess with a capital M. I actually suck at writing.but i dont care.i write it for myself,to myself,or maybe anybody who's going …
Colorado
@druggedflowers is my twitter where I tweet random and sometime poetic nonsense.
I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I wanted to be a poem. Follow me on tumblr if you wish: …
NYC
Copyright ©2012-2016 Douglas B Simpkins All Rights Reserved. *An unconscious metaphoric writer who has everything to gain and nothing to lose. Inspiring 1 reader at …
South Carolina
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26/M/New York, NY
I'm a published author and playwright from Detroit, living in New York City. I'm currently pursuing a Master of Fine Arts at Columbia University.
32/F/Wonderland
I'm fucking gold- but you prefer silver, & that's alright.
this account has moved!
Nebraska
to dream big and get the truth to be out there. share your thoughts no matter how absurd they may be because all that matters …
28/F/here, there & everywhere
it's just words after all
nowhere
i have no right to call myself one who knows i hope by the time you read this poem you are warm