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NuBlaccSoul
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. …
Liam Adam Scicluna
24/M/Malta    I'm a 21 year old guy from the island of Malta. I enjoy those moments of solitude and tranquillity, since its only in those moments …
Alyssa
NH    Self-love enthusiast. Ardent writer. Spaghetti lover. Mom & wife. I've come here to post original writings & to make my name known. Advice and support …
B
B
Jealous of the moon. Follow my Twitter @SweetPlacidity_
Joey
San Francisco    I miss fern. www.joehlovesfern.tumblr.com
axr
axr
18/F/India    I am a falling stone in a world of glass.
Drin Tashi
New York, NY   
Austin B
Canada    02-02-1994
Audrey Lucille
kansas city    I suck at poetry, i try very hard but it all turns out cheesy. i like crepes and croissants and grapes. Creme puffs are probably …
Devon Webb
Auckland    Follow me on tumblr: leatherbounddiaries.tumblr.com
Traveler
62/M/Traverse City Mi.    Photo of my family Banshee, Wicca and Lilly, we traveler the northern forests. Try to keep up with us if you can. I follow Our …
Violet Harmon
depths of my soul    writing is a good escape although most of the time i find my words repulsive
peurdelavie
australia    my mind is a mess
Alice
South Carolina    This is what happens every day:
Anthony Miele
20/M/Tallahassee    "If there's one thing I've learned about being a poet is that it's not about what you have to say in your poem, but what …
Thinking Out Loud
My poems are simply my thoughts stemming from poetic lies, along with the beautiful and sometimes ugly truth. "I am still so naive; I know …
Sarah K
I'm 19 and I've been writing free verse poetry for about 7 years now. I just write what is inside my head, its as simple …
Holly Nicole
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. ~Lewis Carroll
Brennan Terre
Iloilo, Philippines    'I find her in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours' -Oscar Wilde

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