http://slow.writerscafe.org/KabochaCat The original writings of author Cat en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776055907 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 me reflecting on my exs and soon to be exs http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KabochaCat/2030084/ I am lost in a labyrinth of rose peteled wishes I can never feel like I am truly homeI always sandcastle myself into the arms of whoever decides to hold me I think fondly of a life I'd never live Me world is kaleidoscope and my lungs are always upside down I try to breath in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KabochaCat/1961054/ drank too much http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KabochaCat/1938020/ Caution!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KabochaCat/1912613/ They tell me “victim”But I think “survivor”They say I’m a “victim”I say I’m a thriver I’m more than just “victim” I’m a poetsingersongwriterskatera (bad) dancer(mediocre) chef teenagera kiddoteacheran artist a leadersupporterand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KabochaCat/1904511/ Exposition I see you from the crowd Maybe it was fate or maybe a coincidence Either way that's how our love story beganLater on You tell me that I have given you an unfamiliar happinessYou tell me that thisis something you don’t mindIn return I tell you that I will always be your homeI tell yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KabochaCat/1902568/ After a few years a few times a few habits You’d think one could come accustomed to their surroundings.IWas never the kind to look for love in someone elseI had to make it Create it Mandate it Anything as long as I did it on my own I’ve learned through soul searching that If you only eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KabochaCat/1902561/ I am 12 when I realize I will never be doe to hart Just b***h to mutt I am 15 when I decide I will always be angry pen on paper Hoping maybe someone can make sense of my scrabble I am 16 when I discover I cannot give what what I do not not have I blame myself for the aftershock I am always rubble re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KabochaCat/1902378/ My body has turned into an oyster My hope at the center Fragile, easily lostI hold onto it, the last thing I could hold onto The ocean is vast, it is cold, it is empty It is greedy, it is wrathful, it is unforgivingI hold on, nevertheless For I know When I wash up to shore With nothing but my faith .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KabochaCat/1898150/ an erotica poem but not an erotica poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KabochaCat/1897554/ an apology maybe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KabochaCat/1897541/ In 8th grade we were required to take a sexual education class, taught by our homeroom teacher an old rusty man informing us about things like the names of private parts where the penis goes and how to put a condom on how awkward was that. 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