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About Blinded by Bukowski

40 y/o female with a pen and a piano. Reading between the lines, sometimes skipping a few.

Basic Instinct

He keeps me on the verge of a poem, he also keeps me on the verge of another thing, but I rated this blog “PG”, and the other thing is definitely not “PG”, though now I kinda want to write … Continue reading

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More Than Words

You fell asleep, and I could feel the poem forming in my brain, the words trying to find their place, but I didn’t grab my notebook, I didn’t want to wake you, so I tried to stay awake, because I … Continue reading

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Cold Play

Last Christmas, I gave him a Ninja Turtle ornament, because he invited me over, and I felt I should show up with something, besides my musical ability, and manic state. We had been impromptu jamming, on and off, for months, … Continue reading

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Sweet Dreams

He crawls upon me, like a hungry savage, searching for a soul to feed on. Our vocals are repressed, by voices of enticement, as we clutch the sheets, that cradle our bodies, as we move further and further, away from … Continue reading

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Under The Bridge

You said you don’t walk a straight line, I kinda knew that, I smiled. I said I don’t walk a straight line either, You kinda knew that, You smiled. Our yellow brick roads are not completely different, and not completely … Continue reading

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Dunkin Do-Nots

Sitting in Dunkin, with coffee and a book, when a 30-something guy approaches, says, “He likes how I look”. I smile, say thank you, attempt to return to my page, but am ambushed with questions, from a guy who should … Continue reading

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Smells Like Teen Spirit

He wanted to be Kurt Cobain, except Cobain was already gone, and he was still here, though he didn’t want to be. He made me his muse, I didn’t want to be, but I was. So I played my piano, … Continue reading

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