http://slow.writerscafe.org/linhpham206 The original writings of author linhpham en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002410 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You told me, my poems are scratchyWhat the f**k does that even mean? What kind of scratchiness?The kind that chokes your words from within or the kind that gets under your skin?  You told me, I dance like a tree    What does that even me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/linhpham206/1893814/ It is either day or night. It is hard to tell. Behind the blinds, nothing but a reflection of myself cares enough to form a shape. The sun is either going up or going down. The physical reality has always been deceptive. I close the blinds.   It is either day or night. Or sometime .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/linhpham206/1729364/ Just another day, to rise, to eat and sleepJust another day, to rise, to sleepand weep,and to be wronged, to be reminded the love of others how you wish you own, you don’tJust another drop in the ocean, you try to flow,but you break your own waves,you ache. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/linhpham206/1729067/