What you leave behind when you finally let go and get out.
I have a chapbook of my poetry entitled The Road So Far available on Amazon. It includes 24 original poems that I wrote over the first 7 years of this project, some of which have never been published in any other format.
I don’t believe in the one who got away only the one who I gave away because···
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Isolation can be a curse, it can be the thing that drives a person to finally plunge over the edge. But, yes, in another way, I get what Bukowski is saying (or I think I do). When you're isolated, all you have is yourself.
Going back through a journal is always a revealing way to revisit a period of your life. I’ve never been a diary kind of person. Even with this blog, I rarely write this kind of post, the ‘what happened to me today,’ type. But looking through this most recently completed journal was very strange. A little sad.
She speaks in silkless rhythms, cold and true never a kind or good word spoke aloud
The diamond cut glass of your teeth when you smile into your chest is an answer to a riddle I thought had none.