New Delhi    Software Developer by profession .. reader by interest

I was born in Cornwall-On-Hudson, and lived for nine years on Manhattan Island, NYC, high above that wide river. A fortunate year brought my family …

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 …

V 17 Until next time

Just express how you feel.

Soweto    I'm just a young lyricist trying to find oneself through these idioms I write

Jurassic Park    My chapbook of poems, "A Small Token Of My Esteem", is available at lulu.com. Remember me through poetry; these words, and those I wrote before. …

80/M/"Foxglove",Taranaki, NZ    Australian native who has adopted New Zealanders..Wonderful people ! Wonderful country! Have been writing everyday poetry for everyday people for over 60 years. Love Janet …

M/nyc    your words, speak them slow and distinct, for they arrive slow to you, a trickling of refugees for your sheltering, harbor them as full companions, …

"Sometimes following your heart may mean losing your mind." -Ernest Hemingway "What have you done, child?" -Aslan, The Chronicles of Narnia

Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.    Copyright - 2015 / 2016 / 2017 / 2018 / 2020 by Randolph L Wilson *All Rights Reserved

26/M    A poet.

28/F/NH    Silence is the loudest cry for help. 4 AM knows all my secrets. I keep it all inside cause id rather it destroy me then …

England    I'm a novelist, blogger, book designer and publisher, who likes to write the occasional poem. I also write a poetry blog called 'And a poem …

Buffalo, NY    All works ©Jacob Christopher unless noted otherwise. Honestly, if you have to steal my words be my fucking guest; I'll just create more and you …

Uk   

Between Midnight and 3am    Sea salt and tentacle love letters scatter into my aromatic wind like snowfall in the Arctic. Prevalent. Soft, sweet layers of flowery smoke linger in …

Pilipinas    wondering where you are

30/M/liverpool, uk    golden

Philippines   

Collins Island, CA    The wound is the place where the Light enters you ~ Rumi A pretty corpse. Quite dead, staying alive through my love of words.