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Indiana
No one tells me anything anymore.
i never wear headphones on public transit and i think that a lot of life's mysteries are answerable in ways that are right in front …
There's no place you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
My poems are my heart. They may not be perfect, but they are me.
Canada
73/M/Melbourne, Victoria, Aust
Please read my biography which can be found elsewhere on the net with your browser by typing: Poetry by George Krokos.
23/F
“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all …
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 …
A writer, thinker, philosopher and a student of life. I want to know the absolute truth, if there's any. And that's why, I guess, I'm …
The strangest girl you never knew.
Global
Communication is everything! be it from Poetry, Prose or Reportage, Pictures , Sign language or the Spoken word... If I am able let me share....
“We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.” - Eduardo Galeano
Delhi
Glasgow
A pen dropped is a thought caught in freefall.
New York, New York
Doctoral candidate at Columbia University
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.
Grab a gun step inside
NY
shit's changed
Durham,UK
i recognise the silent times, the quiet signs are subtle, i see further than the enemy lines and the brutal wounds of war that trouble …