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whatmighthavebeen · 2 hours ago
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“Do you hate people?” “I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.” Charles Bukowski
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apeudepagina · 13 hours ago
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mr92nobody · 13 hours ago
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[175] Charles Bukowski. (1920 -1994)
Charles, cuyo verdadero nombre era Heinrich Karl Bukowski, fue un poeta y escritor nacido en Alemania, aunque de nacionalidad estadounidense, considerado como uno de los máximos representantes de la literatura independiente y del género literario denominado “realismo sucio” proclamado por algunos como "el último poeta maldito".
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abdcot · 17 hours ago
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So tired you want to quit, then you get more tired, and forget to quit.
Charles Bukowski
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bulutdakimavi · 20 hours ago
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Bazen kendine gelmen için başkalarından gitmen gerekir.
Uzaklaşmak, özgürlüktür. Charles bukowski
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mvzqez · a day ago
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⋅ Idealization of the potential.
Why we get hurted by losing someone we didn't even had in the first place? Why does it fill us with sadness and frustration when things just don't work out? Sometimes we meet someone, maybe we share with them many interests, things in common.. and instantly we get into this place of creating an idealization of that person. We imagine a thousand scenarios, a thousand situations, sharing from the simplest thing to the most magnificent experiences in life. We put them on this imaginary pedestal with our own thoughts based on their characteristics and on the tale we want to live. We create in our head this beautiful person, made and destined for us. We create a bond and an attachment with that idealization, so strong that we see it as a reality, we forget that it is only our mind creating these images of how our future would be like, based on our dreams and desires. And we end up seeing there everything we have always wanted.. we go into that mindset and of course as the story we created gets better, the possibilities and expectations get bigger and our stakes gets higher.
We are humans.. some of us have such a strong desire to meet the right person, the one that is going to stay and be finally able to live these incredible experiences with them, that without even notice it everything we feel and perceive sometimes is magnified.
Controlling the mind is not an easy task, but the first thing is to realize that we are moving very fast, that our mind is anticipating the moments we are actually living on the present and creating this incredible story we want to live. But this person is actually just a potential, the potential of what it would be, could be.. but if we lose that person, we instantly think we are losing someone really special, because of everything we have been imagining around them. And that leds us to feel dissapointed and even overwhelmed by the feeling of failure.
On one of his poems, Charles Bukowski said and quote: ''but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry''.. the poetry is what matters, the poetry is the poet actually grabbing pencial and paper, the poetry would be that person actually doing something, poetry is when people actually invest into a relationship or for it, is that special creation between the two of you.. two people working hard in a relation to make it work or to make it happen, is the sacrifice, the time, effort, interest and caring, Two people trying with time to make each other happy, finding common ground, understand each other weaknesses, flaws and insecurities. That is something special.
The poet is just a person you meet, is the potential.. the person you go on a date with thinking that they could be everything you look for.. and that's not where the value is at, the value is on the poetry they make. If at the end of the day they aren't writing it, doesn't matter how good you think they could be at it.
Nothing is more truly beautiful than finding someone with whom we feel connected, with whom it's enough just to be ourselves, without making any kind of effort to fit, without hiding any part of ourselves. With whom their thoughts and ours coincide in the same direction, as well as our path in life. With whom our interests and theirs will meet to be share and our personalities feel as comfortable with each other as the sense of comfort of being in our own home.. Where everything flows like the ocean, but with a touch of softness from a calm sea.
We just have to remember to live in this precise moment, in the scene of the present. Maintain the hope inside us with everyone we meet, without letting it run away from ourselves.. let the story create itself, like a poem.. verse by verse.
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badvalkz · a day ago
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As Pessoas Parecem Flores Finalmente
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narayphyrgar · a day ago
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If you managed to deceive a person, it does not mean that they are stupid, it means that they trusted you more than you deserved.
Charles Bukowski.
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narayphyrgar · a day ago
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Si lograste engañar a una persona no quiere decir que sea tonta, quiere decir que confiaba en ti mas de lo que merecías.
Charles Bukowski.
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paper---airplane · a day ago
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So che una certa notte
in qualche camera da letto
presto
passerò
le dita
tra
capelli
soffici e puliti
canzoni che nessuna radio
trasmette
tutta la tristezza si scioglierà
in un sorriso.
Ciò che conta adesso
è un’altra
figa stretta.
Charles Bukowski da “L’amore è un cane che viene dall’inferno” 
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last-angels-death · a day ago
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icarus-stumbled · a day ago
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SLEEP SWEATS
I'm realizing now perhaps a little too late that my queen sized mattress is far too big for me alone not to say that I can't spread out I could drape my legs off the side like I'm some pondside thoughtful little girl whose character if you could deign to even call it that was written by a a man who even with a mother and a sister and an aunt and a bitch and a bitch somehow never learned that women don't go applying to be Ladies of the Lake for half baked Lancelots because they've got better things to do like breathing and dying of which I'm doing both.
- Ic@rus
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icarus-stumbled · a day ago
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OATS
My morning glory my oatmeal if you could be bold enough to call it that Michelin wouldn't give it a fucking flat tire much less a star
where's the cinnamon? is that what we're doing now? no cinnamon in my oatmeal?
feed me that horse outside why don't you no no that one the one you oh so love to ride clearly it's been fucking the brain cells out of you I'm almost jealous
bring me the axe I'll do him in myself I'll send him to sleep like a champ
pinky promise blade betwixt the eyes
and if the chap doesn't bite the dust on swing numero uno then I'll just have to go to work until the job's done
chop chop chop chop
and I hope you bring me a fireman's axe for the lad's sake for morale's sake for your sake pirate captains love their brown pants
it's a favor you see and maybe when I cleave the kid up and grind his hockey puck hooves you'll take the hint that no one seasoned seasoned or otherwise can stand a bowl of tasteless oatmeal where are you going?
hey this bowl's still full buddy one of us is going to finish it and I'm the only nigga who's holding an axe.
- Ic@rus
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icarus-stumbled · a day ago
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VICTORIAN
She suffers no fools like the cloister clasps its collar with no sense of whim Victorian, even so I've no idea what I'm doing within even a ten mile radius.
- Ic@rus
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tail-feathers · a day ago
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yourdailybukowski · a day ago
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the pleasure of unseen company climbs these walls this night of gentle quiet and a not very good poem about it. - Charles Bukowski, from "Not Much Singing"
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dokuzdeli · a day ago
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Bir odanın kapısını kapatıp yalnız kalmak, her zaman hayatımın en güzel şeylerinden biri olmuştur.
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