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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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Pictures of You

And it’s Friday night, And i’m driving around, And “that song” came on, And suddenly it’s 2004 again, And he was going to be a rock star, And he played bass until his fingers bled, And his band became family, … 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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Jedi Mind Trick

It’s my fault we ran into each other last month, I Jedi mind tricked you. you’d probably like to know that, being the most narcissistic person i’ve ever met. We shook hands, you smiled, that stupid adorable smile. I hate … Continue reading

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Earth, Wind & Desire

I am unable to write, not a good sign, especially at this, particular moment in time. I’ve been scribbling down rhymes, hating each one more than the next, considered going Carrie Bradshaw on your asses, and start blogging about sex… … Continue reading

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Darkness Visible

I used to watch you sleep, and wonder what you were dreaming. I would always start writing, unable to put the pen down, afraid if I stopped, i’d explode. You used to watch me sleep, and wonder what I was … Continue reading

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Blinded by Bukowski

Blinded by Bukowski, temporarily, instead of pen, i’ll write in pencil, to ensure my words are me.

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