Somewhere    A loud girl with a silent heart A fun girl with a weeping soul Always crying but nobody knows Just smile It will be alright

I'm young and unafraid. Let me know what you think of my life, since every poem marks an event. Be kind to one another and …

M/nyc    is this a poem, a cri de coeur, a confession - a something of all

united states    INFJ

Brighton    'As things stand now, I am going to be a writer. I'm not sure that I'm going to be a good one or even a …

São Paulo    If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul, you haven’t experienced poetry.

forgotten land    ALWAYS THE SECRET FRIEND SOMETIMES THE BEST FRIEND NEVER THE GIRLFRIEND

Philippines/ Jubail, KSA    Hi! I am back again here in Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. © Pax 2013 - present...

GABORONE BOTSWANA    I am a woman, for all that is woman, I am a woman, for other women, I am a woman, yes a woman

Frankfort, Ky    My name is Chris Exton. I' am 26 year old inspiring poet from Detroit,MI. I currently live in Frankfort, Ky where I received my bachelors …

A writer and an artist. A musician as well. In need of a Savior, I was just a shell. I was a heavy drinker. Alcoholic, …

Nothing lasts forever, but somehow I still wish it does :')

Rome, Ga with DaSH    Message me anytime to chat or collab :) ~27~MADLY IN LOVE WITH DASH ❤❤❤❤ mother~writer~reader~lover~fighter~dreamer~15 years experience~grammar nazi~hilarious~silly~modest~sarcastic~POET ~caring~speed reader~excessive follower~Johnny Depp Fan~long hair~tall~bbw~artist~aspiring photographer~smoker~loyal~honest …

London    "I'm an invisible girl who falls for boys that shine like stars" "You didn't have to tell me you lost feelings, I fucking felt it" …

"I can't stand the thought of anyone esle hearing the gentleness of your voice that you have so far saved for only me."

Gaborone, Botswana    I'm a Christian Poet. It's who I am. It's what I do. Since God has gifted me in writing, I choose to uphold Him in …

Purgatory    Come take a walk, join me in my moonlit charade, shadows play, darkness sings, the curtain opens and the act begins ...

where East meets West    Feeling Playing Recycling myself Writing as a way of being together

India    An awake dreamer...