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, …

Qatar    A masochistic artist, in love with a narcissistic artist. An interior Designer. A reader/writer. An Art practitioner. "Art, books, prayer, world peace.." The usual insightful …

Massachusetts    I'm strange. My little sister is Adreishka Liz. She is the best poet I know on here. I like the color blue. I never judge …

Austin, TX    Paul James Valhalla Clear is a peon of a bitter, cold feudal system once escaped and now infinitely stumbling aural landscapes and sonic machine shops. …

'merica    I've been writing poems for a while, but I honestly have little interest in sharing them publicly. I found this website through my (far more …

Yuba City, California    I'm here but my minds gone.

"I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding …

Washington    My poems are all true. I feel all the pain, All the love, All of it. I will post things for people, By people that …

Russia, Samara    https://www.facebook.com/anton.mishin.399

Maryland    The oldest of two boys. I have been writing for a while but I just became a spoken word artist. I love God and I …

MA    Originality suffers contradiction.

A2    "The good life is out there somewhere."

28/M/Nevada City, CA   

Welcome to Wonderland ✨✨ prepare to be amazed. I write because it keeps me sane and I have been seriously writing for about 6 years. …

Cleveland, Ohio    @itsangelyall IMMORTALWOODENCOASTERS.TUMBLR.COM YOUTUBE.COM/LEGNAEROOM

Professional giraffe-abortionist. Intense activist, bohemian, urbane androgynous shaman.

"Second robber to the right of Christ Cut in half - infanticide The world will rejoice today As the crows feast on the rotting poet …

F/Cincinnati, OH    Carla Marie, is the author of three published works~ No Do Overs … and other truths, …to the things that I’ve learned along the way, …

Ísland    "It was only the sea sounding weary After so many lifetimes Of pretending to be rushing off somewhere And never getting anywhere" -Charles Simic

bbsr   

far from where you are    My body is a dead language and you pronounced every word perfectly.