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Sam Haidan
Bittersweet musings from a melancholic soul. All rights reserved.
Devon Webb
Auckland    Follow me on tumblr: leatherbounddiaries.tumblr.com
Chase Graham
DC    An aspiring somebody
Hannah
23/F    My name is Hannah, and I spend far too much time in my head. (If you know me, DON'T read these poems please)
Have a great day, or night, or life.
Johnny C
On Mars With Dracula, USA    Johnny grew up a poor Mexican boy... son of an illegal immigrant turned middle management cocaine dealer (father) and an educated, dedicated teacher (mother). Former …
Violet
England    I spent a long time worrying about who I was going to be, until I realised the only person I needed to impress was me.
ray
ray
BX - NYC    love on
Creep
F    //i post sporadically at best
the mopey poet
Chicago and soap operas and chocolate cake and poetry. I have taken all completed projects off of this site with the hope of getting more …
Carolin
Egypt    Drunk on poetry. I write to free my soul. Poetry is the only way out of this labyrinth.
Hollow
The Wanderer has found a home.
Emma Pickwick
24    Let's play
Wanderlust Dreams
Mt. Jackson, Va    We had nothing to lose, nothing no gain, nothing we desired anymore; except to make our lives into a work of art.
Marie
circus clown
TX    i want to be your only friend
My Endeavor And Bliss
21/F/Washington    Did You Know That Fraudulence Is Deceitfulness?
Crístál Válęntíná
New York    My name is Crístál Poetry is my life! KIK: KimmeeSoBad Facebook: Crístál Válęntíná Instagram: x__cyn__x (2 underscores) Snapchat: ehtsjustmeh Feel free to FOLLOW MESSAGE LIKE …
Mr Xelle
29/M/United States    Love is the Canvas and trust is the brush As they sketch me into purpose here is the colors of my life
Lux
Lux
Nevada City    You're just a boy & I have galaxies growing inside of me.
Aoife Teese
north    this is therapeutic whether you and I like it or not
arubybluebird
"All things go. All things grow."
Amanda In Scarlet
London, UK    I love that moment of connection and the lump in your throat when you find a really special poem. And I've read many, many special …
LC
LC
No work could define.
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Angels play sounds of sweet sorrow on the strings of my heart.
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