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bukowski

bukowski

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i wanna be a real poet,
live by the rules of bukowski

& no mama,
i can't get out of bed
not before the sun
sits high in the noon's time

& no mama,
my grammar school rules
are gonna go to waste

& no mama,
i can't use tall letters
when henry chinaski himself
leaves everything
low,
feeling low,
lying low

i don't know any girls
named jane
i don't drink beer
or sleep with
innumerable women who
just fuck me & run

but i wanna be a
real poet
the kind who fights
wee people in bars & loses
and hurts when
the beautiful suicides
are the only ones we see

i'd drink my pains away
but the last thing i need is
another glass widening
my waist,

i'd sleep with a million men
but the last thing i need is
another heart to ache,

i'd bet on the horses
but the last thing i need is
another way to have
loved & lost.
bukowski May 25, 2010 117 comments 220 favourites

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the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.

i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;

i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)

and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
elsewhere.
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
leavthe scars on your shoulders by *ohsostarryeyed
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a haiku for every man i've slept with by *ohsostarryeyed
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the passage of 'you'when i step alone
into my shower,
it's you.

it's you when
i hear the folsom prison blues
and when i drink bitter coffee-

it isn't you
when i sleep in white sheets
and patterned pillows,
a hand in mine
and soft cyrillic letters
to wake me.

it's you in my closet
hidden somewhere in the depths,
it's you in my short hair,
it's you in the photos of ireland
taken by my friends-

but it's not you
when these lips grace my ears
with words softer than you
ever knew,
when these lips grace my face
in softer ways than you
ever knew,
when these lips grace my heart
in softer ways than you
had hardened it.

i am trying to be
a better person
and he is helpthe passage of 'you' by *ohsostarryeyed
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there are monsters in my head.there are monsters in my head.
they scream and rattle their bars,
fingers round my bones
to shake the cage.

i cannot sleep.

no amount of blood spilled
or water thrown down
the throat the way the camera
and knife
will in the morning
can quiet them.

i wonder if the doctors will see the monsters,
or if they have learned to keep quiet
and still in the light;
to pretend they are not there
until no one is around to see them;

and regardless of their sessility,
regardless of their muteness,
the moment the darkness comes,
i see their faces
again. there are monsters in my head. by *ohsostarryeyed
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with love.

with love.

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my throat thickens
to echo the songs of sparrows
the shape of your lips
whispered through mine.

when i lift your shirt,
i see the mountains
traipsing over your heart,
i see the valleys
as i trace your stomach.

i am an adventurer,
crossing the fragile east indies,
the spartan deserts of upper africa,
looking for exploration.

my hands are my ships, your skin my ocean.

your waist breaks into your hip,
the shore of foreign lands,
cresting wave and falling tide.

drinking cups of stars,
we are thin nylon skin,
abashed teenage heat
erupting from our cores
and every orifice
as we proclaim our love
for the moon,
from our bodies.
with love. February 7, 2011 75 comments 200 favourites

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  • Listening to: you
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went against all y'all and got my monroe done (take a gander at my id on my page if you're curious, even though i look like a tired flubbapus)

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but haha remember when people read and liked my writing

okay not to be a petulant bitch it's just like i feel the writing community has dwindled immensely and it's really disheartening to no longer have the support and readers i once had. i feel like my quality must have drastically decreased and it makes it harder to write when i feel like i must only be coming up with shit. i'd like to have another platform to put my writing but i don't know where to go.

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bath in which i drowni lie down on stomach before god
unravel soul all over

& it flutters in the wind
like the wings
of some immensely graceful bird

LimitlessI drank the sky
with a desperate sound
rising from my throat.

Not even the clouds
could stop this
raging thirst,
a violent longing.

I sipped the stars
like cheap tea
and I dreamed
and dreamed
and dreamed.



Van GoghOf love,
these thing I know

it is the grace of being born
over and over again
in your arms,

your eyes

They are the same shade
of sorrow as the painter's

Hoarsea horse'd deer,
words like blood
spilling
straight from the sources mouth
and a caught throat,
and a cotton tongue,
signing, sighing,
two hands that are not my own.
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my name is melissa and i have my reasons not to use capital letters.

i was born on the cusp of summer and fall in 1992, which feels like it was about twelve years ago - my maturity level reflects this. as a result, i am a poor college student. (if you would like to assist me in this endeavour, feel free to note me about receiving your own handwritten copy of my work and letter!)
i do not like certain words. (anion, anyways (because it's not really a word!), armpit, baked, blastula, breadth, bun, clotted, crusty, cusp, feasible, fondle, frottage, horndog, hospice, lest, mayochup, pusillanimous, refurbished, scalp, smug, sustenance, waft.)
i like quailman and dirty dick dastardly, and i hope you know who they are. i love with more than a love, and i quote things (in this case, edgar allan poe; in others, harry potter, 90s songs, and chuck palahniuk ) off the top of my head because it makes me feel good.

to do list: breathe, laugh, use tumblr less frequently.


inspiration| irving penn| emily tebbetts| katie lawrence| sarah smiley| moriah freed| larissa felsen| harley weir| daniyel lowden| chuck palahniuk| charles bukowski| jonathan safran foer| kurt vonnegut| franz kafka| geoff trenchard| buddy wakefield| everyone on my watch list

we were emergencies by buddy wakefield

We can stick anything into the fog and make it look like a ghost.

But tonight let us not become tragedies.

We are not funeral homes with propane tanks in our windows lookin’ like cemeteries. Cemeteries are just the Earth’s way of not letting go. Let go. Tonight, poets, let’s turn our wrists so far backwards the razor blades in our pencil tips can’t get a good angle on all that beauty inside.

Step into this.

With your airplane parts. Move forward.

And repeat after me with your heart: I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.

Make love to me like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did. Go slow. I’m new to this, but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.

I have realized that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it. That we are not tragedies stranded here beneath it. That if our hearts really broke every time we fell from love I’d be able to offer you confetti by now.

But hearts don’t break, y’all, they bruise and get better. We were never tragedies. We were emergencies. You call 911. Tell them I’m havin’ a fantastic time.

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Mon May 6, 2013, 9:40 PM
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:)
Mon May 6, 2013, 2:26 AM
~TheEmptyChest:icontheemptychest:
Just saw your monroe annnd... I like it. Quite a lot. :)
Thu May 2, 2013, 6:41 PM
~BMWYSP:iconbmwysp:
you are beautiful. just thought i'd tell you, because you might need someone to do so. <3
Thu Feb 28, 2013, 8:16 PM
~cholie:iconcholie:
hello you! :D it's been a long while...too long for my liking! i hope you have been well! p.s. i've followed you on tumblr. :huggle:
Wed Feb 20, 2013, 1:16 AM
~pengirl100and2:iconpengirl100and2:
Happy New Year, Miss Lovely, and may your heart feel better soon.
Fri Jan 4, 2013, 5:50 PM
!KaoticOutkast:iconkaoticoutkast:
I just want to tell you, I used to have a best friend with an eating disorder. Unfortunately I couldnt help her; as a result we drifted very far apart. If I could do anything it would be to make girls like her, an you, know how beautiful you really are.
Sun Oct 7, 2012, 5:55 AM
!LetThereBeApples:iconlettherebeapples:
:meow:
Mon Apr 16, 2012, 10:48 PM
~hauntingmewithsmiles:iconhauntingmewithsmiles:
You sent me a message 11 weeks ago. This is my first time checking dA in probably half a year.
Mon Apr 2, 2012, 11:43 PM
*dietcocaine:icondietcocaine:
Congratulations, dear. c:
Wed Feb 22, 2012, 3:18 PM
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monroe piercing ([link] - yes or no? i want one this week! 

41%
43 deviants said no :l
34%
36 deviants said yes!
25%
27 deviants said maybe
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*JScomics 4 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
You've got some awesome work! Keep it up! :woohoo:
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=Sammur-amat 5 days ago   General Artist
Hello there, lovely person! :wave:

You've just been featured in my journal: [link] :heart:

It would mean the world to me if you could favorite the article and maybe even find some pieces worth faving as well? :eager:

Thank you so very much for your time! :la:
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=minninnewah Apr 27, 2013  Student Writer
You have been featured here: [link] :woohoo:
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*ohsostarryeyed 3 days ago
thank you!! <333
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=Sammur-amat Apr 9, 2013   General Artist
Hello there, dear heart. :huggle:
I've used one of your poem titles in my title poem over HERE: [link] :la:
I hope you enjoy the read! :love:
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*ohsostarryeyed 3 days ago
thank you!!
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=meganbreukelman Apr 9, 2013  Professional Photographer
thank you so much dear. :rose:
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*ohsostarryeyed Apr 9, 2013
always :heart:
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~Awesomelylostfishies Apr 1, 2013
Random hello....this is very, VERY nostalgic, is it not?
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*ohsostarryeyed Apr 2, 2013
MY DEAR AMANDA, I LOVE THEE
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