being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.
Charles BukowskiMots clés solitude loneliness
I never felt right being alone; sometimes it felt good but it never felt right.
Charles Bukowskibe it peace or happiness
let it enfold you
Mots clés inspirational poem
so it's always a process of letting go, one way or another
Charles Bukowskiand love was lightning and remembrance
Charles Bukowskiand I laugh, I can still laugh, who can't laugh when the whole thing
is so ridiculous
that only the insane, the clowns, the half-wits, the cheaters, the whores, the horseplayers, the bankrobbers, the poets ... are interesting?
the sea is made of blood
Charles BukowskiBeware
Those Who
Are ALWAYS
READING
BOOKS
That moment - to this ...
may be years in the way they measure,
but it's only one sentence back in my mind -
there are so many days
when living stops and pulls up and sits
and waits like a train on the rails.
I pass the hotel at 8
and at 5; there are cats in the alleys
and bottles and bums,
and I look up at the window and think,
I no longer know where you are,
and I walk on and wonder where
the living goes
when it stops.
Joan of Arc had style. Jesus had style.
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