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Dream #1

I was inside an abandoned gymnasium.The windows above the bleachers were smashed out and the light of the full moon filled the large room.Two people were with me. One, a well dressed, rich looking man, the other a boney, bearded man with only rags to wear.They were locked in a battle.The well dresse..

To Cut Around

A poem on circumcision.

Left Wanting

I am not a writer.I am not an artist or a sculptor.I cannot draw and I cannot carve.I cannot sing and I cannot play.I am not athletic or intelligent.I have no skill.I have no talent.I am not a writer, but I wish I were.

Please Reciprocate

Story of my life.

Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response (ASMR)

ASMR is a physical sensation described as a pleasurable tingling that begins in the head and scalp and moves down the spine. These are the stages one goes through when experiencing ASMR.

Window Panes and Pupils

This poem is about my fear of windows and how I can't seem to look people in the eyes.

The Deep End of the Pool (It's Shark Week)

This is something I wrote a month or more ago that I posted on deviantArt.

It's Not So Simple

This is my debut writing on writers cafe. I'd like to thank Sleeping Maiden for introducing me to the website and inspiring this poem. <3