“People look like flowers at last” – Bukowski wrote, and I believe it to be one of the best lines ever written. We can discuss about his personality, his vulgar tongue, his fake suffering, his unpoetic verse, but still, to write a line like this, you have to go through everything. Everything! love too much…
“Chicken came, and then the egg”
said the chicken,
“Egg came, and then the chicken”
said the egg.
both were eaten; philosophy, should’ve died that day.
and in years,
we experience reality
as how it should have been;
sitting in a chair
arms pricked, pierced, cut,
The talks, man-
The talks and the if’s are killing the man.
And we still pretend.
What we are now, is a thing none of us could have predicted we would become if we had not met each other-
But we have!
People losing their soul, pictures losing their shape, feelings losing their touch… Everything was losing something!
how’s the sky
do you like the view?
Can you see a little blue?
I bet you can’t
and I’m the one to blame
so start hating me
before you start hating yourself.