

A Rebuke Of Charles BukowskiMr. Bukowski Your ignorance astounds me What qualifies you as intelligent is beyond me Why would I accuse you of these things?A Rebuke Of Charles Bukowski
Your poetry is lacking in artistry It seems you would propose To wear a pair of jeans Before we have ever sewn closed the seams
At best you could be said To be an iconoclast To the religion of writing Your rejection of her saints is blasphemous
Rome was not built in a day Nor Hamlet written without revision And its safe to assume that Hardys Hap Did not merely happen
I que


Wasted TimeWhere does time wasted go?Wasted Time
Does it melt away just like the snow, become water, begin to flow?
Or does it dissipate like burned out fog? Or froggily leap into a bog?
There is no way to surely know
But just as sure as we cannot say exactly how it does escape it undeniably slips away.


My Very First PantoumA blank page stares back at me I strike it with my pen I crumple it, throw it out I shall try againMy Very First Pantoum
I strike it with my pen words fail me yet again I crumple it, throw it out It's so hard to right a pantoum
Words fail me yet again I scream out to as if to ask why "It's so hard to write a pantoum!" new paper, again? I'll try
Words fail me yet again I crumple it, throw it out it's so hard to write a pantoum a blank page stares back at me


A Million Wordsi could waste a million words describing my betrayal just exactly why and how i've left Him for my will but that is not of grave importance for that's the ugly pastA Million Words
the beauty lies in how He came and called me back to Him for even when i hate Him most He loves me as His own


So Here's To UsSo here's to teen angst,So Here's To Us
And the way it makes us feel.
Here's to the boys,
that are such a big deal. Here's to the sleepovers,
And midnight feasts.
Here's to the fights,
Bitching the very least.
Here's to the friends,
Who see us through it all.
Make us happy,
And stand tall. Here's to the ones,
Who break your heart.
Here's to the ones,
Who tear us apart. Here's to the good times,
Here's to the bad.
Here's to the people,
Who make us mad.
Here's to the things,
That make you scream.
Here's to the


Plight of ParenthoodWith your trousers at your knees, you beg of my assistance. You say, "I'm not too hard to please, come on, just close the distance."Plight of Parenthood
I'm not sure if you realize, how pitiful you look. While you shower me with lies, I'd rather read a book.
Your arrogance is painful, because you're really not that great. Our relationship, disdainful. All you do is compensate.
I'd really like to end this all, but I'll have no such luck. Because to daddy you would crawl. Arranged marriages really suck!


WasteCall me Anna, she says, hoping they’ll get the vague reference, but they never do, mainly because it’s too obtuse, and partly because nobody really reads Moby Dick these days.Waste
But it matters not, nothing ever does. She wears her hair swept up and her mind swept away. There are the remains of a meal speckled upon her collar and down the front of her top, but people make sure not to comment. It wouldn’t be right, but that’s for later.
First, call her Anna. Heroines always had such exciting names, she mourned, drowning in jealousy that she instantly hated them all. She embraced the plain out of spite, and insisted that
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Moths are drawn to the flames just like shadows.Do shadows burn too?
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She said breathe.. just breathe...
so i'm listening...
taking life..
one breath at a time..
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She said breathe.. just breathe...
so i'm listening...
taking life..
one breath at a time..
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"When I discover who I am, I'll be free"~Ralph Ellison
"Whoever does not try, does not learn"~Jewish Saying
"Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising everytime we fall."~Confucius
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You know something? We came here for you, a long time ago, when you died. Well, it wasn't here and that wasn't you, but we did anyway.
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shallow graves for shallow people.cheer cheer cheer yell yell yell who cares who wins we're all going to hell.
The crunch !! you know nothing of the crunch !!!
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