losing myself in your love again, as if it wasn't enough before.

F/east coast australia    (*please note all of the work i post here is the intellectual property of betterdays and affilliated names and is covered by copywright law.)

Portugal    Who am I? Well, that's a good question, I don't seem to know it either. To make it simple, I make a sentence from "Ricardo …

I fear I'll do some damage one fine day, but I would not be convicted bya jury of my peers Still crazy, Still crazy after …

Waiting and praying for someone

I’m a Bengali in sombrero An Indian from Kolkata I live at a stone’s throw From where flows the Ganga.

i'm an open book just waiting for someone to not judge me by my cover

Wherever    A modern guy trailing in the nostalgic stardust of the Beatniks and Hippies...

Up your ass    I'm just trying to figure things out, honestly. Poetry blog: http://eternallyaflame.tumblr.com/ - Please don't take my words they're all I have. -

19/F    "Get out in the world and fuck it up beautifully." - John Waters

Non-binary    I am part of the ink from a bottom of a pen and the letters from water-stained and worn ideas, unmasked.

34/F/Baltimore, Md    Poetry began as my outlet. I am open to and welcome any constructive critiques/criticism. It is my main passion and I will publish a collection …

Australia    'If you don't have the time to read, you don't have the time or the tools to write.' -Stephen King

Tampa, Florida    I'm a timid, young man struggling to embrace himself in this world. You can contact me through Facebook or Instagram if you want. Facebook: Brandon …

27/M/Palm Coast , FL    I'm a poet with dreams I'm 23 I'm also an artist --------------> lllllll ✌

All poems original Copyright of Elizabeth Squires.

27/M/Cairo, Egypt    5th grade teacher in Cairo, Egypt. Originally from Washington State. On an endless search to find the things life is about like sour patch kids …

As people, we change too often to have a set bio to describe ourselves.

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