am I really living?    i will let you go, if you want me to

My hands shall not tremble, my feet shall not falter Moving on

lawton oklahoma    im holding on to what i have left

19/Cisgender/find me at a cemetery.    does growing up count as childhood trauma

We were all born with different hearts

Ghetto    this is our raps, we write about hot girls we wanna tap, on my lap, bye.

Oregon    Sharing all my little bits of not so great poetry

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. ...

Texas    Aspiring everythingist

The Prospect Of Insanity Is More Appealing Than We Would Like To Admit. - Kenneth Nate Here In The Forest, Dark And Deep, I Offer ...

26/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell    ✝ (also known as WistfulHope) Read, message, or whatever • My work is protected under copyright © • HP member since 8-24-14

Find me in the forest    "that sounds like poetry. poems don't always have to rhyme, you know. they're just supposed to be creative."

America    My writing is from the heart. I spend little time planning my poems. A thought pops into my head and I give it freedom. All ...

no where to be found    you were once my sunshine..... you were once my everything.... now you are nothing to me....

holly ridge    hi im hailea, im 13 , and sometimes i think about things i shouldnt and sometimes i do things i shouldnt but u shouldnt fucking ...

Canton, Illinois    I'm Sea. I am whoever I want to be. I can't find my way in life most of the time. My poetry reflects on that. ...

Gillinhgam    16 year old girl whos life is crashing down before her and is using all the emotion she can find to put into a poem ...

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