I had a dream we held hands walking on the shore
that was the dream, nothing less nothing more
Then you stumbled into my life; so hurt and alone.
that big silly heart wrapped in a beautiful sadness
Slick new app, for Android.
Well sometimes you gotta say fuck it..
Another morning, and day two of my tenth or so attempt at quoting smoking. I really need to quit this time…been smoking too long and way too much as of late. Enough to scare me. All the stress of the last three months had taken its tole on my psyche and manifested itself in chain smoking. As I lay on the couch attempting to watch ‘Moonrise Kingdom’ again…not liking it so far but hey who knows maybe it’ll catch this time.
My loneliness knows no bounds at this point. My recent dance with positivity is slowly coming to an end I’m afraid. If I am vigilant I may be able to correct the course and eek out another mild victory..hmmm, time will tell as always.
Simple girl, neurotic man
I write these simple rhymes
When I’ve got you on my mind
I can’t help it you see
It’s the effect she has on me
Maybe in a different time
With much less on my mind
We could have seen
If it was meant to be
But instead tonight
I’ll leave this for the final time
Hopefully a flicker of a memory
Will remain of me
Short story. Man meets girl. Beautiful. Sweet. Nice. Much too nice for him, I’ll tell you. Only kind of girl you really should bother about. Finally, after… numerous strategical blunders… he manages to get a date. And he walks her down to the Bay, under the stars—and he gets himself loaded and he cries on her shoulder like a baby. Some lover, huh?
Days of Wine and Roses (1962)
(Source: deforest)
Bad Country Song I Wrote at Work Part 2
I hit that beach at half past one
and I didn’t leave until that morning sun
but now too much cheap wine and sun
has got me back on the run
and you can try, till them boots are wore through
but
Sometimes you just gotta swallow your pride and say;
I’m sorry baby or I apologize about all this time
I know you can’t forgive me
but do me this one favor so I can rest this weary head of mine.
So I head back north on that interstate
hit her driveway at a quarter till eight
when you’ve ran so long and can’t sleep the night through
it’s the only thing that will do
Sometimes you just gotta swallow your pride and say;
I’m sorry baby or I apologize about all this time
I know you can’t forgive me
but know it’s why I sit with my head in my hands
wondering why this is who I am
fiddles and steel guitar
bukowski: quiet clean girls in gingham dresses
all I’ve ever known are whores, ex-prostitutes,
madwomen. I see men with quiet,
gentle women—I see them in the supermarkets,
I see them walking down the streets together,
I see them in their apartments: people at
peace, living together. I know that their
peace is only partial, but there is
…
it’s all been so beastly
lovely,
this mad river,
this gouging
plundering
madness
that I would wish upon
nobody
but myself,
amen.
—Charles Bukowski - The Last Night of the Earth Poems (via henrycharlesbukowski)
Begin
to Inhale
take the great…play catch
and release with the rest
It’s fading pretty fast now,
It’s okay, everything will go on, it happens all the time.
People go because they move, you chase them away, death, etc.
It’s so small the chances of meeting anyone.
Random and random, nothing is meant to be at all. It’s okay though
We will all be alone someday…black and dark.
But today it is cold yet the sun is shining
So I’ll step out into the cool morning air
take a deep breath
and exhale
again
Everyone who reblogs this will get the title of a book to read based on their bio/posts.
Everyone. I mean it.
sighhh ok.
(via ex-waif)
I had forgotten something (rough draft)
It was a Pink sky summer evening; when i pulled into that liquor store
those big green eyes and smile that shined;
greeted me as i stumbled through the door.
I spoke, got my smokes, and left as quick as I came,
although I have to note; I’d wished I knew her name.
