shaboku-deactivated20210525:

Bukowski & Me

I read Bukowski

Must be a hundred times

And it gives me hope

To know that someone else

Like me

Despised this terrible place

With its terrible people

And its terrible ways

But it gives me hope as I say

To know that someone else understood

The drink

The drugs

The women

And being alone

And being

Just fine

With that

Better to be alone

With drink

With drugs

With women

And understand why

Than to be

In terrible company

In a terrible place

With terrible people

And their terrible ways

And to be completely

And utterly

Misunderstood

Much better

To be

Alone

Like Bukowski

And me

buttonpoetry:

“I don’t speak that language anymore and that too is a massacre that I am bathing in.”

— Joel François, “Haiti”

buttonpoetry:

“You asked if you should call. I asked if I should visit. We both fell back into our whiskey, neither of us thinking this would be the last time we didn’t say goodbye.”

— Jared Singer, from Forgive Yourself These Tiny Acts of Self-Destruction

Marnix.

buttonpoetry:

“I have long since forgiven your lies. I have long since forgiven my body for failing, for breaking. Maybe forgiveness is transitive.”

— Jared Singer, from Forgive Yourself These Tiny Acts of Self-Destruction

i-dont-wanna-be-heree:

Recovery vs. relapse is such a vicious cycle 

poemswords:

“But I must admit I miss you quite terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby. I go to bed early and rise late and feel as if I have hardly slept.”

—

Visit me in my dreams. So you can tell me what form your soul takes when it leaves your body. That way, it’ll be easier for me to find you — in another world or another time. I’ll be staring at the stars like you told me to, waiting patiently for any sign of you, my lighthouse.

I love you forever, Marnix.