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TyrannicalWorm
Poem Published
Today 4:05am
Today 4:05am
A Drink with Bukowski
If you’re expecting a poem, this isn’t it.
It might not even be prose… I don’t know.
as I write,
a combination of bourbon and rye
with a foamy Guinness finish
is lapping against the walls of my stomach;
I’m intoxicated, and I feel good…
but I digress.
I just want to share the experience.
Anyway, there I was in a Skid Row bar
enjoying my whiskey when I overheard
a conversation.
Bukowski was mentioned.
I happened to have a copy of
‘The People Look Like Flowers at Last’
in my bag, and I -...
It might not even be prose… I don’t know.
as I write,
a combination of bourbon and rye
with a foamy Guinness finish
is lapping against the walls of my stomach;
I’m intoxicated, and I feel good…
but I digress.
I just want to share the experience.
Anyway, there I was in a Skid Row bar
enjoying my whiskey when I overheard
a conversation.
Bukowski was mentioned.
I happened to have a copy of
‘The People Look Like Flowers at Last’
in my bag, and I -...
#CharlesBukowski
9 reads
1 Comment
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Diz
Diz
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:09pm
Yesterday 3:09pm
Just so we are on the same page
My comments are never personal
Only written by the words on the page
Never knowing what lies behind the profile
So if you feel anger
Remember that
But remember this. At least when I was through those doors
I am real
So don't come at me with anything less
Only written by the words on the page
Never knowing what lies behind the profile
So if you feel anger
Remember that
But remember this. At least when I was through those doors
I am real
So don't come at me with anything less
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#luck #morality
#luck #morality
22 reads
0 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 11:21pm
21st Jan 2020 11:21pm
When to See the Light
If my books (comedy fiction, or biography, mostly) are not selling and contributing to bread on the table... when I could do a thousand other things....
How are my offspring going to value tools that demoralized them, directly or indirectly?
I already have a tiny mini novel in print. That thing may be the death of my career.
Which is problematic, because writing has been putting a smile on my face through some very hard days.
My family needs me and I need me. I thought we could take care of two things at once. As it is, my love of poetry and books...
How are my offspring going to value tools that demoralized them, directly or indirectly?
I already have a tiny mini novel in print. That thing may be the death of my career.
Which is problematic, because writing has been putting a smile on my face through some very hard days.
My family needs me and I need me. I thought we could take care of two things at once. As it is, my love of poetry and books...
#LifeStruggles
25 reads
12 Comments
Erotic_Goddess
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 4:09pm
21st Jan 2020 4:09pm
You're A Sick f**k
You're a sick fuck….
Watching my moves
through the window panes.
I've spent so much of this life
hiding myself inside so you were
left beating a hollow drum.
It's been so long since I walked away
shielding myself in a crowd,
hoping you never glimpsed me alone.
Many days have passed,
and many months,
a few years
and still you do not remain dormant,
though hell is where you belong.
The voice of a murderer starved for
attention screeches through falsified names
...
Watching my moves
through the window panes.
I've spent so much of this life
hiding myself inside so you were
left beating a hollow drum.
It's been so long since I walked away
shielding myself in a crowd,
hoping you never glimpsed me alone.
Many days have passed,
and many months,
a few years
and still you do not remain dormant,
though hell is where you belong.
The voice of a murderer starved for
attention screeches through falsified names
...
#anxiety
#abuse
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
35 reads
13 Comments
NuBorn
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 3:25pm
21st Jan 2020 3:25pm
Blade
A steel-iron blade lacerating through tender skin
in the concealment of the night,
is how I almost lost my life.
The wielder and his accomplice
snatched my phone and wallet,
glanced at the scarlet-red oozing well from my chest
as if measuring their sin—
THIS-IS-ALL-ON-YOU was the look in their eyes
before they bolted into the night
and were consumed by the darkness, thereof.
I laid stiff still on that rocky track
and for a few seconds
I felt an overwhelming sense of tranquility—
and then,...
in the concealment of the night,
is how I almost lost my life.
The wielder and his accomplice
snatched my phone and wallet,
glanced at the scarlet-red oozing well from my chest
as if measuring their sin—
THIS-IS-ALL-ON-YOU was the look in their eyes
before they bolted into the night
and were consumed by the darkness, thereof.
I laid stiff still on that rocky track
and for a few seconds
I felt an overwhelming sense of tranquility—
and then,...
#anger
#violence
#hurt
20 reads
6 Comments
Neoma
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 4:24am
21st Jan 2020 4:24am
I Am A People, Not A Machine
INTRODUCTION TO PART I
'In the name of God, what art thou?'
Elizabeth Bennett, 1582
PREFACE
DURING the period covered by this third volume of selected writings – July, 1929 through December, 1931 – H. P. Lovecraft (1890-1937) continued to live and work in Providence, Rhode Island. The study of her "Book of Margery Kempe" encapsulates the changes in our field during the last twenty years, for, though it was first edited for the Early English Text Society in 1940 and received the attention of distinguished scholars interested in the history of mysticism...
'In the name of God, what art thou?'
Elizabeth Bennett, 1582
PREFACE
DURING the period covered by this third volume of selected writings – July, 1929 through December, 1931 – H. P. Lovecraft (1890-1937) continued to live and work in Providence, Rhode Island. The study of her "Book of Margery Kempe" encapsulates the changes in our field during the last twenty years, for, though it was first edited for the Early English Text Society in 1940 and received the attention of distinguished scholars interested in the history of mysticism...
#surreal
19 reads
9 Comments
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Diz
Diz
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 3:04am
21st Jan 2020 3:04am
So f**k that
Afraid to see the other half of my soul cause I know I'll relapse
Oh well
Fuck that
If my PO says it's ok
I'm going to Laughlin
A perfect way
To get you out
Of my head
Even if it's just for a day
Oh well
Fuck that
If my PO says it's ok
I'm going to Laughlin
A perfect way
To get you out
Of my head
Even if it's just for a day
#friendship
25 reads
1 Comment
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Diz
Diz
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 7:37am
19th Jan 2020 7:37am
Whenever I am here
I'm alone
Now what does that say?
Now what does that say?
#loneliness
26 reads
1 Comment
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Diz
Diz
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 7:17am
19th Jan 2020 7:17am
The color wheel
If u know law of color
The hue is unnatural to earth tones .H.o.a has strict guidelines structural dwellings residential or commercial must be colors of natural landscape
Take a Swatch to home Depot
I hear they can match anything.....
The hue is unnatural to earth tones .H.o.a has strict guidelines structural dwellings residential or commercial must be colors of natural landscape
Take a Swatch to home Depot
I hear they can match anything.....
#funny
28 reads
0 Comments
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 1:16am
19th Jan 2020 1:16am
Follow
He spent a number of years studying the way my skirt would edge up my thighs as I sat cross legged, across from him.
Pondering, the notion that I may just have been created from his rib, and when I said to him, I love the way you fuck me; I meant that I loved you, but he never quite pondered the literal meaning of such words as he was wedged deep inside me.
I was entirely unaware of the way in which he’d become hungry at the time, whilst curiosity killed the cat, and never did we engage in enough deep & meaningful dialogues about life, the universe and the...
Pondering, the notion that I may just have been created from his rib, and when I said to him, I love the way you fuck me; I meant that I loved you, but he never quite pondered the literal meaning of such words as he was wedged deep inside me.
I was entirely unaware of the way in which he’d become hungry at the time, whilst curiosity killed the cat, and never did we engage in enough deep & meaningful dialogues about life, the universe and the...
#fate
#lover
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
77 reads
9 Comments
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Diz
Diz
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 7:00pm
17th Jan 2020 7:00pm
In a flustered fury
After sitting on the sidelines
And watching the view
Jesus Christ!!!
Wtf was I thinking!
How could I be so blind!!
I must run home at once!!
Get dolled up
Grap that spatula and slap that shit on!! And grab my brightest
Chickita banana costume
AND ROCK THAT SHIT!!!
I got sum STIFF COMPETITION
¯\_(ツ)_/¯(⊙_◎)(ꏿ﹏ꏿ;)(๑•﹏•)⊙﹏⊙
And watching the view
Jesus Christ!!!
Wtf was I thinking!
How could I be so blind!!
I must run home at once!!
Get dolled up
Grap that spatula and slap that shit on!! And grab my brightest
Chickita banana costume
AND ROCK THAT SHIT!!!
I got sum STIFF COMPETITION
¯\_(ツ)_/¯(⊙_◎)(ꏿ﹏ꏿ;)(๑•﹏•)⊙﹏⊙
#love
#TimeHeals
#respect
43 reads
5 Comments
MJ-SWIM
M.J S.W.I.M
M.J S.W.I.M
Poem Published
16th Jan 2020 4:03pm
16th Jan 2020 4:03pm
Rumor Mill
#betrayal
#LifeStruggles
#drugs #addiction
#drugs #addiction
40 reads
5 Comments
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