The back of your mind    c'est la vie

Laceyville PA    I like words. Author of "Maggie and the White Knight" & "Eye of the Rose" available on Amazon.com

California    Just looking for the same things as all of you. Let's not complicate things, when we don't have to try. :-)

Pennsylvania    "Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and …

India    A post graduate in science with a flair for writing. Ex-banker of a public sector bank inIndia and retd. Sr.DGM (HR) of a public limited …

PP    The flight of the soul With a beating heart, In a manifestation, Of A beautiful Phoenix. This is a place to rest my verses and …

Jurassic Park, FL    Remember me through poetry: These words and those I wrote before. Remember not the man, for he's Much less, and certainly no more. "Always the …

South Africa    I tell you everything that is really nothing, and nothing of what is everything, do not be fooled by what I am saying. Please listen …

Singapore    I bleed on paper in the form of ink

NC    Life provides the contours, poets provide the shading and color ~ r All rights reserved.

28/F/Michigan    Patience. Dreaming. Trying to live in the pace set for reality or whatever this may be. Indulging in the glories of pain

No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path. ~Buddha "Love is knowing that sometimes …

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 …

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Waimate - New Zealand    The only way I truly know how to express myself is through written word. I love the freedom that comes from writing. Critisisim appreciated and …

Singapore    Writers are great lovers. They fall in love with other writers. That's how they learn to write.-Natalie Goldberg Musarrat Bte Salam is currently studying in …

Purgatory    Come take a walk, join me in my moonlit charade, shadows play, darkness sings, the curtain opens and the act begins ...