F    I had to choose between boredom and vulgarity and I chose vulgarity.

Mars    Poetry, hunnies, bunnies and funnies. Questions? © All words are the original work and property of Zac Cremeans

M/Minneapolis, MN   

Under my bed...    ...We learned to sing the songs of our forefathers and danced around the fire and dream of dreams we never had and managed to climb …

33/M/Floating in space    Searching for love in the stardust

I am all that I could ever be Instantaneously. All that I am not I am in someone parallel.. So what if I was? I …

30/M/Port Charlotte, FL    First and foremost, thank you for reading. I really appreciate it. I'll be brief. I love poetry and I write quite a bit. Feel free …

I'm the one who eats the icing off the pop tarts in the morning and puts them back in the box! - Donatello "I certainly …

28/Non-binary/Wisconsin   

portland, oregon    I just want thoughtful feed back on my poems, its hard to do revision without it.

Armchair philosopher. Intellectual spiritualist. "Masterchef" of my kitchen. Lover of Life. Writer. A Student of Life Forever. theprincessediaries.wordpress.com http://vijyalakshmiharish.tumblr.com/ theintellectualspritualist.wordpress.com http://www.qyuki.com/community/journey/Vijayalakshmi All poems posted here …

Arlington, TX    http://www.twitter.com/slinkyfish

A pen dropped is a thought caught in freefall.

35/F/Virginia    I walked into the light, only to find it was darker than my nightmares. I found the golden city; it had been black all along.

Ohio    My two-in-the-morning-sleep-deprived thoughts. "Don't stop imagining. The day that you do is the day that you die."