To Bukowski and Hard Times. There’s a part of me, deep inside, a bluebird, perhaps That sways while the world burns To a waltz that no one else can hear but me. In spite of all the terror and fear and anxiety in my world Since the world is ending,
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Dwelling on Eternity
This is the last beginning. I will not move forward from here. Draw the line, straight and perfect, use the ink I bleed from my fingertips. Onto your skin, into your head, and out of your heart. Dig in and hold the line, retreat is not an option. It’s too
Ayy
A small of a soul A symphony of scrap A scoop of stupid A smattering of syrup A scorch of sunshine A sash of silver A shell of a smile A slash of sadness A shape of a star A star of the sea A stroke of sky A stab
Toujours en guerre avec moi-même
It’s a constant battle To march to the beat of their drum. I’m fighting a war for the away team Who doesn’t even know I’m there. Things were supposed to get better I was supposed to fall in line And not cry to sleep at night. I tried to play