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AGE: 17
LOC: Dearborn Heights, MI
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: July 23

My name is Andrew Kaster.



I live in a nice town (Dearborn) in a not so nice state (Michigan).


I’m 16 and I’m told that I present myself as more mature then other people my age. This may be because I can grow a beard or because I tend to share the same characteristics of a Pseudo-Intellectual.  


I mean, I can be very smart at times yet very ignorant at others. Just like anyone else.

I enjoy writing but I have not been writing well for very long. Only until up to a year ago did I start writing somewhat decently.

I’m influenced by many writers, lyricists, and poets. Some of which include Jim Morrison, Thom Yorke, Billy Corgan, Ray Bradbury, Anthony Burgess, and George Orwell.


I have a fascination with …

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Poetry / Goodbye Rainbows
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(A free form piece) I stepped outside and let the breeze dance through my hair. It didn’t feel right, not in the slightest way. It wasn’t cold, it wasn’t warm, it was there but hardly so. It was something that could not be explained, something that made me feel out of place. Of all things, feeling out of place in this great vast world. And as this though runs through my head it doesn’t seem so absurd to me now. It’s like being dropped into a vast ocean waves from a shipwreck batter against my...
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Poetry / Untitled
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It crawls down the back of yor spine Like a West Virginian heat wave. A flame, masquerading as ice Concious only within it's own womb like grasp. For one moment it appears, blindly from nothing And the next it fades Like gossamer thread spun between two fingers in a dark room. And when it's grace has passed over It leaves you, sitting Like a cross eyed animal Catching flies with your tongue. All the words melt into algebra. And all the noises buzz like a fridge. And all the mouths open sligh...
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 Plus-button Clarity
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“So what’s it gonna be then?” A man asked this to the darkness. A man composed of pockets of black bags and sickly freckled skin sat twirling a single half consumed cigarette like a twitching insect antenna between two slender fingers. Smoke rose creeping up, a spider up the waterspout, engulfing the thick air around the man and twisting his head into a blur. The stove clicked and chirped cricket calls from the base of a single heated burner radiating an intense burning orange. He used it pr...
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Lyrics / Fish Naked
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Fish Naked: (work in progress, two songs mixed that sort of doesn't fit. Will edit over time or create fixed versions). I do not understand What if everything…was unknown? Full of holes and lacking souls. Blinking lights, One for you and three for us. You tell me that you've found it And suddenly you're lost. You tell me that you feel it And suddenly you're numb And you tell me not to put All my eggs in one basket... Make a sound and move back down You pale imitation of the angels… All strun...
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Poetry / Joyce
Ah, an interesting topic. I have read somewhat on what you describe and I can understand what this is about. Simple, but ultimately an interesting topic. Good job.
Very vivid imagery and at times just beautiful. I find no need to have previous explanation or background to the characters but I simply find joy in reading about the moment that they are suspended in. Nice work.
Poetry / REST
It's very much a large block of text that needs to be separated to add some sort of flow. Punctuation, proper spelling, and refrain from using shorthand words (ex. wit, cuz, etc.) to make this much more easier to take seriously. Also, if it is poetry I would not write in such a literal way. Seems like more of a drawn out explanation or summary of your feelings rather then a projection of these feelings through prose, metaphor, simile, etc. Also, it seems to follow the lines of a rap. In many ...
Poetry / With a “Q”
Just siphoning through the different poetry and I was surprised that I liked this so much. Well, no, not very surprised but I was more surprised to find something that I would like this much. The words seem to grow, and wrap, and entangle around the next creating a cohesive and interesting work. I always like it when I read a poem and I am forced to read certain lines again and again whether it is to analyze or just to wrap the words around my head and see how they all flow together. It seems...
Haiku/Senryu / clone
I believe that I have understood this piece. As with my writing as well, I like to emphasize a world where the simplist of leasures are being bottled, reproduced, sold, and bought until the real thing loses all meaning. It seems to be the decay of something. Something that was not utterly important to begin with but was missed for a moment when it had left. And if I am wrong about what I think it means then... I still found it a good piece. Regardless, and I would like to know what it really ...
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