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Anai Munoz
South Central LA    I wanted to write down exactly what I felt, but somehow the page stayed empty and I could not have described it any better. "I …
ashley
the beach ☼    i don't think anything really lasts. coffee cools, cigarettes end, music stops, and life simply goes on // 16
I am a writer of all types from dark to humour though it is my childrens poetry that has been turned into interactive books on …
Evynne
I am fueled by a need to discover beauty & then share it as my heart tends to unceasingly pour out of my fingertips. Passions …
Nicole
28/Non-binary/Wisconsin   
marina
maybe i'm not all yellow
Andrew McElroy
30/M/Florida    This is the strangest life I’ve ever known.
Tanika Lee
South Africa    I'm a 16 year old aspiring writer, poet, Tom Waits fan, feminist, and part time crocodile hunter (okay, maybe not the last one...).
BarelyABard
Nowhere    I am a young man adjusting to sunlight. I guess that is all you need to know for now.
August
27/Trans Male/The Secret Garden    Trying to sleep, but all I do is dream.
Melissa S
I am from a small town in Alabama. I use to keep a journal several years ago and quit writing altogether when I got too …
J P
J P
words to empty the mind.
kara lynn bird
Boston    it's true. i divide myself into teeny tiny bits, causing a glit ch with the rhythm of my heart.
Tonya Cusick
23/F/Joplin, mo    23. Criticism is very much welcome to my ORIGINAL work. Drug addict. Driven by anger. Pain is beautiful.
Poet since I was 11, haven't written for 2 years (since I was 17) now looking to get back into it.
Julia
27/F/Virginia    "Sometimes, you need to step outside, get some air, and remind yourself of who you are and who you want to be."
Robyn
Seattle, WA    Christ as a light Christ as a shield Christ beside me On my left And my right
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Anon C
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.
Jorden Ziebell
Wisconsin    “Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.” ― …
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