Tag Archives: love

Bukowski

I called him “Bukowski”, because he wrote with the same disdain as the poet, and succumbed to all the same vices. He loved to drink, He loved to smoke, and he loved women, one in particular, me. He wrote often. … Continue reading

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Fast Love

I should probably put the pen down, because I might make a mess, but there’s a few things here, I want to confess. I just dyed my hair, because I thought I saw a random grey, I bought new jeans … Continue reading

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More Than Words

I tried to make the piano scream last night. I struck the keys so hard, that I could feel my fingers bruising more and more, with each passing measure. In that moment, I don’t think I cared if they broke, … Continue reading

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Fly Me to the Moon

Gray colored hair, a striped pocket shirt, Gap jeans with white Rockports, and yellow pound cake for dessert. It’s been 8 years since you passed, forever an unfathomable loss, your heart had failed, and silenced your voice. You’re going to … 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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Shake It Off

I’d like to pay homage, to the following men, those I wish, to never see again. The one who flirted with the waitress, the one who may have been racist, the one in love with his ex, the one who … Continue reading

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