39/M    Scorpio, through the bones, is just another broken person writing to survive the next day.

16/F   

F    There is a silent scream within us all

24/M/constuckticut    U dont have to read my shit. Writings lame and full of it More ramblings on X: @_andnada

F/The Exclusion Zone   

F/Laughlin, Nevada    Wrote my first lines at age 10. Never stopped. I write because I can't not write. Every word is ©, protected by barbed wire, quicksand …

14/M/Rochester NY    The full collection of estranged thoughts from several different places and pens. A reference table of true life events. Welcome.

I’m only here for the beer

M/nyc    A poetpourri history of a journey from naissance to humility, in between the white (s)pacing of poems decorating a life...

16/M    Exploring poetry through writing. I'll keep it raw here.

32/M/Globe    Simple and original

Planet Earth    Philo-poetic fable of love. Its our journey into self-discovery about true meaning of love. Poems of LOVE for Z Facebook: melancholy.innocence Twitter: melanofinnocent Instagram: melanofinnocent

16/F    Stuck between reality and reverie

52/M/Netherlands    I've been writing for a long time about queer things and my broken family. Trauma can sometimes be the perfect muse.

Kent ,England

19/F/Philippines   

M/South Africa    Cape of Good hope nature reserve The most Southwestern point of Africa

Are you really seeing what you think you are seeing? The illusion of profundity. All Rights Reserved

F/India   

24/F/NY   

deeply weaved in a foreign house lost in the deep woods of the forest of her mind