22/F    I don't know what to do with those words, so here they are. :)

F    Indigenous woman of Guåhan and child of Micronesia

17/F    My words are my heart beat, I can’t live without them. Anonymous, broken, poet with a passion for feelings.

25/F/chasing dreams   

24/M/South Africa    Writer | This is ancestral, past-life reading; this is meditation & prayer; this is future telling. always becoming. The undying soul in a decaying case. …

A silent soul lost in the pages of Shakespeare's diary

twitter: HammondNicoIe / instagram: nicolebhammond

25/where flowers grow    i am in love with my misfortune | Instagram: lakinoceanriver

Madly in love with my muse

Abbottabad Pakistan    Books, Feelings, Chains of Life, Burning Fire, Misty Panorama, Love Symphony, Blooming Spring, Colours of Universe, Amidst Sand Dunes, Drizzling Rain, Violent Waves, Rising Moon, …

27/F/Denmark    "I am free and that is why I am lost." My sister writes poetry too. Please, check her work out - she is called Dark …

23/F/Canada    poetess /// I think this has become more of a diary /// broodings of a 20something yo

Cornwall U.K.    I have been in love with the mystery of words ever since I learned to read - keeping journals and writing stories and plays was …

Within My Heart    Just writing what I think, what I feel and everything inbetween. As Poe said "All that we see or seem, is but a dream within …

Fort Lauderdale    Angel | Àse | Flower Child. Vermont. Boston. South Florida. PHENOMENAL... just like Miss Angelou, HONEY consistency... just like Oshun.

Faerieland and in my head    —-██—— Put this on —-██—— your profile ██████—if you’re not -—██—— embarrassed —-██—— to tell others —-██—— that you —-██—— believe in God

I am a writer of all types from dark to humour though it is my childrens poetry that has been turned into interactive books on …

27/M/Fremont, CA    Write me a picture.

home    Lives in New Scotland Nova Scotia All work is © copyright. All Rights are reserved.

35/F/Virginia    I walked into the light, only to find it was darker than my nightmares. I found the golden city; it had been black all along.