I am wilting
In the sun
While you are dancing
With the moon.

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.how to sleep peacefully.

…it was as if
The thin bones of the past
Found their way through my wardrobe.

Crawling across the shadows
Calling my name is if to coax me
From my slumber.

There is a remedy
For nightmares…

Ignore them
And they will turn to dust
At dawn.

I am not sure which is more disturbing,
The leaching onto my most precious possession
Or the audacity to pretend
To understand
What makes the dirty
So beautiful….

.a poem for Mondays.

We exist
On the rind of things
Just at the lip of sweet
And the last breath of bitter

We curl the sand beneath our toes
Laugh as the water quickly washes
Away what was once thought so secure
In our grasp.

The ocean,
The rain
The nectar of the sky,

It is powerful like this,
Swift and humiliating

We laugh because we don’t know what else to do.
We don’t try because we know we can’t.

And this is just how it is.

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.the have and the havenots. #231

I inhale so deeply
And pray
My lungs cough
The last of your name
Out of me.

Instead I choke
And swallow you

.Note to Charles Bukowski.:#622


I kissed the lip of the wine bottle,
It reminded me of a woman I knew.

It was bitter.
I went to spit it out
But no use in wasting a good drunk
Or good pussy
Or a warm body
When the brew isn’t enough
When the blankets aren’t enough,

When everything seems to fail us…
When we seem to fail ourselves
Good pussy, hank
No matter how bitter she is
Will always suffice…

Well, when there is nothing to drink
But our own lies…

That’s a conversation for another day.

I’ve missed you
Kind of…


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I tried to build houses
in quicksand.

How foolish,
We women
With our

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"I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ."

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..and she casts poems to the wind
As we do stones at the sea.

She believes in them
as we do our wishes.

"I think the concept of virginity was created by men who thought their penises were so important it changes who a woman is."


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The most perfect conclusion about how “virginity” came to be I’ve ever encountered.

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i m p o r t a n t

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"I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. It didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone."

- Charles Bukowski, Women (via aestheticintrovert)

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"A crucial element of the real self is its unconditional acceptance of itself."

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