27/F/Texas
Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. …
13/Gender Questioning/NJ
Strange, queer, depressed, and loving you. Nature birthed me, gave me life. This website saved it. Poetry is the sewer for all the pain that …
36/M/Ohio
You’ll find me in the twilight of inner machinations—where forethought meets absolution. Here lie skeletons, demons, and fleeting flickers of light.