Finish by Charles Bukowski
We are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed and
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
waiting
and I rebel with words of my own.
Finish by Charles Bukowski
We are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed and
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
waiting
and I rebel with words of my own.
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
Creativity Is a Wild Thing
Formerly: PostDepartumDepression Thoughts about the "post Mommy" years of life
Spreading Physical & Mental Health Awareness
A blogging site to improve one's communication skill effectively.
Short articles to bring inspiration to people.
MASTERY OF MY OWN CIPHER
I want more adventures, good energy, learn new things, and grow!
My life; My views!
the wonderful world of words
Normalising the conversation about Grief.
Writer, Author, Storyteller
On my daydreams' ends
It's about anything that pops in my brain
Capturing the beauty of God's creation through the lens of a camera
real life with a side of snark
Apprentice crone, clinging determinedly to my sense of humour during menopause
Kavita Ramlal, Proudly South African
Nice! I haven’t read much Bukowski, thanks for introducing me to him!
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I enjoy him because he is so diverse.
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