January 2010
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Old Cliché.
It turns out that distance does make the heart grow fonder.
For some reason I thought I’d be stronger than that, an old cliché.
If I haven’t shot from the hips… I’m sorry miss; i’ve been distracted by bright lights of others eyes, and the empty hearts behind their body’s lies.
For want of…For want of…for what?
Burnt out.
…on a world that doesn’t seem to want me in it.
The silence of settling.
I miss love’s sweet rapture, and I’m not sure I want to settle.
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“another bed
Another woman
More cutains
Another bathroom
Another kitchen
...”
– ‘another bed’ by Charles Bukowski
Simon Says.
A solemn smile.
Go.
…it’ll take you mile.
Choke.
Bite off less than you’ve swallowed.
Walk.
You’re weary eyes and the rigid, unblurring, lines.
Win.
At the bottom of the top, a heap you’re in…When all who’ve come have won, notice everyone’s matching blue ribbon, you’re missing.
Shine.
The smallest black star in an infinitly vast, bright, near...
Computer. Internet. Phone. Electornic Web...
insightontheoutside:
I’m growing tired of this electronic safety blanket.
…or, more to the point: the fact, I’ve become so reliant upon it.
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bukowski.
kristinagrossmann:
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. there’s no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. nobody ever finds the...
Not
Happy.
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Teenage, me. Defines Beauty.
To me, beauty is non-conformity and individualism.
Beauty is this in everything, not just people’s appearances but in nature and life as well. The stamped out image that the television and our society dictates as popular and attractive doesn’t appeal to me as beauty; that ‘beauty’ is just a copy and, in schools, would be considered plagiarism. It strikes me as wonderful when I see something...