Mester Za Jainar

Mester Za Jainar is currently a senior student majoring in Biological Science. He is an avid reader, science enthusiast, essayist, and poet. He believes that the world is but an agglomeration of all the emotion a man can feel, so it is everyone's duty to live life to the fullest; what matter most is that we live to lead our lives for the amelioration of mankind.

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Hermaphrodite on Fire

Being in the third sex isn't bad at all but society is condemning this diverse sexual orientation that they've forgotten to see the bigger picture: gender is nothing compared to the state of mind. I hope this poem can give warmth to the stiff flesh left in cold bare and bruised.

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Lost Myself, I

It is a voice of despair to understand the world around him where you are meant to choose either good or bad - even worse is from both of bad. He is adrift the sand and it fills his every pores.

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Rain is a Perfect Cup of Tea

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  Halloween Is Not Just for Hungry Souls but Also for Hungry Hearts

  6 years ago

  An article about the unusual celebration of Halloween during the 20th century.

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  Hollow and Dark

  6 years ago

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  We Are the Rain

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  Adios Mi Amor

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  No Less Than

  6 years ago

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  The Empath in its Unclassified Ebbs

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  Listen to Your Pain

  6 years ago

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  Dances of Words from Mind to Hand

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  Rain is a Perfect Cup of Tea

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  Lost Myself, I

  6 years ago

  It is a voice of despair to understand the world around him where you are meant to choose either good or bad - even worse is from both of bad. He is adrift the sand and it fills his every pores.

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  Hermaphrodite on Fire

  6 years ago

  Being in the third sex isn't bad at all but society is condemning this diverse sexual orientation that they've forgotten to see the bigger picture: gender is nothing compared to the state of mind. I hope this poem can give warmth to the stiff flesh left in cold bare and bruised.