20/F/Lagos, Nigeria    i don't think i'm sane.

Camp Johnson Crossing NW    “Violins are for sissies” she said “I play violin” I answered “I like sissies” she replied

I take the liberty to call myself a thinker, an occasional poet, out here adrift — Jesse e Stillwater — all rights reserved

19/F    Sometimes it makes me laugh thinking, is the enitre World struck with pain, hardships and heartbreaks. Is there someone who is still happy in sad …

25/F/Cleveland    a page of words that might make sense to someone

Australia    may light ignite - where shadow sits alone - tell me what you sense - when etchings raw you read - and how my exploits …

28/M/Wisconsin    Welcome to a corner of my world. Make of it what you will.

Texas    Saving myself through type. Sharing emotion so you may feel. Follow me: Instagram @jlsmith_odist

26/M/Michigan    Expressing things I can’t say out loud, on paper so that it can say it for me.

17/F/Maine   

35/F/Ottawa    I have a passion for poetry, fiction, music and all things beautiful. I enjoy bright colours and night-time quiet conversation. All writing is intellectual property …

29/F/Ohio    Writing has always been in my soul. I write to release. I write to escape.

"I don't exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it." J.D. Salinger

29/F/Canada    Just looking for a place to spill my heart