Sept. 08, 2010...Morning time...MenTaL HeALtH Day: Duex.
A nerve or muscle, whatever - twitches near my eyes, near the center of my brain. I can only feel it because I keep holding my head in my hands; trying to catch my breath.
I wake, and I cater. I drink coffee; smoke most of my cigarettes, and pace the same 15 x whatever-foot-space.
I wait, for something to happen. But I never know what I am waiting for...
So it never comes.
(continued)-
A stubborn and selfish person
Can never be satisfied with any love from anyone
Because there is no one that can do it " correctly"
And after failing constantly
You give up.
But the one who ends up miserable
is never the one who's failed time after time
(or so my inner demon told me)
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Incessantly complaining
instantly excludes any chance
to appreciate anything else
But the sound of the silence, and your voice, echoing inside of it.
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Copyright K. Anne Smith
I've written all my life, it's helped me to not go totally psychotic... Been held down by words of others; Battered by accusations; drug under by drugs and drinking, and still, my empire is on fire, and I stand atop. This victory, is mine. I Stand Above.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
A Bukowski-Type Take on Life...
September 07, 2010
10:30-ish a.m.
Sometimes
the best thing to do
is keep your mouth shut-
Your eyes open
and stay tuned in
to the clues people give you
without speaking.
But then , it's possible to
run the other way
And say too much with your eyes
And stay silenced in your voice....
Copyright K. Anne Smith
10:30-ish a.m.
Sometimes
the best thing to do
is keep your mouth shut-
Your eyes open
and stay tuned in
to the clues people give you
without speaking.
But then , it's possible to
run the other way
And say too much with your eyes
And stay silenced in your voice....
Copyright K. Anne Smith
Rest In Peace, Mr. Bukowski.... |
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