poignant and vital - desperate love, the only kind worth having
Buddah Moskowitz
I admire how you shine a light on the inside and I see that familiar darkness - great great
Pithy and beautiful. Excellent!
Now that's good venom! Shit. Check out JU JohnnyMasuda - he's 'bout as angry as you. Me, I'm angry in a quieter way. Good poem. I liked the warm and voluntary part too. NIce work. Write more.
Captures the impotence of it all very well.
Very poignant - nicely done.
Catch me because I am slipping a lot lately on words spoken angrily or gestures that look threatening but it is only me flailing about trying to stay upright and looking ridiculous as I let myself be thrown off balance and if you cannot help me because you too are busy trying to stay afloat then please
Bittersweet and eloquent. Nicely done. Keep it up! Shalom, Moskowitz
Haiku is my proof that most writers need strict rules but I don't
Interesting, how you attempt to make yourself the victim. My answer is always the same: Run Baby Run!
This clod bought the Disney package? Didn't he know that the castle in Magic Kingdom is a show biz fake?
So much time is wasted thinking of what I want to write picturing the end result the really good ideas come at inopportune times on the toilet through the intersection just before orgasm then when I finally get a spare moment to record these valuable insights they go back into hidi
Inputs: food noise lights colors and I am the factory creating and cranking out more noise and thought and will it come to any end will it last past my own breathing this is not my denial of death I know she waits in every traffic jam and every angry face<BR
I hate their father he is everything every smug selfish white man I’ve ever known He has made my life a misery and I wish for his forgettable unremarkable disappearance I wish to wipe him from their memories and take his curse of low expectations and victimhood with him still he tai
Let me put you on hold I say to myself because everything else in this world is more important than me so I let everyone take from me but that is the price I pay for wanting to be a part of things because you’re either with the greater noisy demanding selfish thing o
We only have each other so we sometimes stand back to back to cover every angle and protect us from all the helpless uncontained forces who call for our approval and permission and attention and I am snapping more often yelling at a problem that doesn’t know or doesn’t care about me and
Every morning begins with a curse and a prayer and somehow I stretch the leg out and my foot touches carpet and my day is begun then it's beat the clock to get children out the door then it's beat the clock to get me at the desk then it's beat the clock to get things off my
I planned to go to the bookstore and find a title to fix our problems but I realized I didn't need the diversion of someone else's opinion- like there's anything helpful they could tell me anyway I don't have simple problems like "my wife won't let me watch football" or "I w
Thanks for reading and commenting. I have found some answers, but the search for the self never stops.
Don’t wait up for me because there’s still music playing and something left to drink and I am still looking for someone and I get a sense that person is here hiding in a quiet dark corner and if I turn over enough stones and make enough chatter maybe just maybe I’ll find who I’m looking for I’m not su
Thanks for the kind comment. It's so nice that someone is making a point of reading these writings. Thanks
As a parent, thanks for noticing:)
I watch sitcom reruns even past the point where they're funny I've memorized the set-ups the pauses the punchlines even the music of the canned laughter I figure its because they take me back to my completely not responsible childhood I wasn't burning in the streets collecting memorie
Honey when you find these words, remember I am not glorifying my ragged past, I am merely documenting it because if I don not write them then the events go with me to the great beyond and the faces and names and awkward positions will not fit anywhere So I must confess them here and
Truth is beauty - ugly beauty sometimes. Good job.