England   

25/seaside soul    I write to express, not to impress. All works rightfully belong to me unless stated.

on the corner writing poetry and stories next to a gun shot.

Massachusetts    You can call me Namir. My real name isn't important unless you know me personally. I'm 22 years of age and I wrote poetry from ...

On Oblivions Doorstep    I am that which was once many stars but faded reborn under a different name Darkness is my tether enjoy my many shades.. Once the ...

Hey, I'm Taylor. 18. Life is a war, and I don't really care about winning anymore. Please don't steal my work, it's all I've got. ...

Somewhere Over, Rainbow    I feel like poems have the power to make connections. When some people write a poem, it touches me in a significant way (unless it's ...

25/F/The Kingdom of Amythest    5/26/17 the day my daughter was born in heaven. 7/26/18 the day my heart started to heal. My son was born I wont say my ...

suicidal // depression // selfharm // ed

San Antonio Texas    My poetry is like the wind, it changes directions constantly. I have learned so very much over the past several years which has broadened my ...

Washington    ~~~i hope you will understand~~~ Time will tell Beautiful insides no one can see Hiding away, covering my heart Put my heart in your hands ...

Utah    I'm just getting the thoughts from my head to the paper without them tearing my skin in the process. @zhengtayjay/@corvidophobia

Ft. Bliss    I asked the Lord for strength that I might do great things He made me weak that I might do better things

61/M/Traverse City Mi.    Our Country Our Choice

Please don't share or use my poetry without my permission. This means do not send it to anyone, and do not post it anywhere (reposting ...

"I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay? " Hazel Grace -- ...

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

In my head    I was born and that is all

Phoenix, AZ    “But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”