Yellow Brick Road
A grenade wrapped in love letters.
flaming arrow
“The only man who never makes mistakes is the man who never does anything.” ― Roosevelt / If you could time-travel to a moment in …
F
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are …
32/M/Michigan
I use my dreams to help inspire my writing. Lately, I've been compiling a hoard of poetry so soon so very soon there with be …
There are so many things I could type in such a small little box! The truth is, there are to many layers to my back …
just north of ordinary
Under construction. Dreaming out windows. Want to hear me read it? Please visit: https://soundcloud.com/bexinlondono I have two eBooks on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/author/rebeccaaskew
express not impress.
23/F/Joplin, mo
23. Criticism is very much welcome to my ORIGINAL work. Drug addict. Driven by anger. Pain is beautiful.
52/M/Western U.S.
If I held the world in a cup I'd sit down with my fears to sup I'd drink them all in Then spit with a …
Bluff City, TN
I like to write because words allow a certain freedom, much like a painter's canvas or the sculptor's block. I am happily married, have several …
If only I was something Or someone profound. Here I am a silly teenager, Apathy and immaturity pinning me to the ground.
Feedback is always appreciated, thank you for reading. My blog : soil-witch.tumblr.com
Whether what I write is any good or not, I write what I feel. And I know that I'm not perfect, but I take pride …
Fort Lauderdale
Angel | Àse | Flower Child. Vermont. Boston. South Florida. PHENOMENAL... just like Miss Angelou, HONEY consistency... just like Oshun.
I just made you up to hurt myself. And it worked.
Cambridge
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PA, USA
Read my poems and you will be educated on the enigma that is I. Teacher, husband, father, cyclist, reader, writer, hiker, unemployed model......(not necessarily in …
Bangladesh
I let the nature to be my companion and teacher...
Toronto, CA
Ranting and ravings of the local neurotique. These are my words, my thoughts, as they drip from my lips. I am no poet, I am …
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.
