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thien-belin
I am not scared of leaves the ground will be littered but the chill i fear the wind of change the coming months carry i fear the next season of life and love loss and new beginnings departures from what i know what i find comforting faces i find familiar love that is easy warmth that i will try and recreate in a future i find bitter i resist change i continue to forget all that is coming all i must accept i live now as present as i can be i pretend i control my life that i am the ultimate decider of my fate but when i close my eyes settle between the sheets so warm familiar i am wrenched from my reverie the nest i have made in my covers is only sheets and blankets nothing can protect me from the coming time so i will sit and wait decidedly oblivious to tomorrow focused on today the life of the minutes ahead watching them expire and turn into the hours i dread i will learn not to fight it acceptance is a calm visage
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Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 12:19 PM UTC
Fall
- For all the binge drinking and swear words Lack of formality And general distaste for anything besides the bottle Thank you For the inspiration against conformity The idea that I can win the crowd with my words And the fact that I don’t have to walk on eggshells And please all For me to be happy For your ideas on women that “walk the night” I have been warned They lie cheat and steal Yet you just can’t help Going back for more Charles- Can I call you Charles? Thank you For your deeply profound statements On life, love and the pitfalls of alcohol Even though it’s obvious You weren’t sober when you wrote them I’d like to quote you know “A good poem knows when to stop” Stop -
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Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 12:12 PM UTC
Dear Bukowski
in between the sheets peoples minds wander down but dont these same people like the still of the sheet or the slow up and down as it flutters from another warm breath i like the warmth the heat that radiates from stillness and the quiet peace the security of an arm thrown around me as it holds tight with the promise to never let go
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Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 12:10 PM UTC
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