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Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
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charles-bukowski
inspirational
journalist
life
poem
poet
poetry
poetry-life-quote
poetry-quotes
posthumous-modern-writer
reflection
satirical
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autobiographical-quote
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Charles Bukowski |
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" "If freckles were lovely, and day was night, And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie, Life would be delight,-- But things couldn't go right For in such a sad plight I wouldn't be I. If earth was heaven and now was hence, And past was present, and false was true, There might be some sense But I'd be in suspense For on such a pretense You wouldn't be you. If fear was plucky, and globes were square, And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee Things would seem fair,-- Yet they'd all despair,
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contradictions
identity
if
opposites
poetry-quotes
reality
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E.E. Cummings |
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"Take the blinders from your vision take the padding from your ears
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poetry-quotes
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Maya Angelou |
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"I will meet you on the nape of your neck one day, on the surface of intention, word becoming act.
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poet
poetry
poetry-quotes
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Luke Davies |
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Don't ask me any questions. I've seen how things that seek their way find their void instead.
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poet
poetry
poetry-quotes
poets
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Federico García Lorca |
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d4cd5ee
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poems are small moments of enlightenment
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poet
poetry
poetry-life
poetry-quotes
writing
writing-craft
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Natalie Goldberg |
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i was really into communal living and we were all / such free spirits, crossing the country we were / nomads and artists and no one ever stopped / to think about how the one working class housemate / was whoring to support a gang of upper middle class / deadheads with trust fund safety nets and connecticut / childhoods, everyone was too busy processing their isms / to deal with non-issues like class....and it's just so cool / how none of them have hang-ups about / sex work they're all real / open-minded real / revolutionary you know / the legal definition of pimp is / one who lives off the earnings of / a prostitute, one or five or / eight and i'd love to stay and / eat some of the stir fry i've been cooking / for y'all but i've got to go fuck / this guy so we can all get stoned and / go for smoothies tomorrow, save me / some rice, ok?
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poetry
poetry-quotes
prostitution
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Michelle Tea |
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"Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls,
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poetry-quotes
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Kahlil Gibran |
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... paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...
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blue
gray
night
poet
poetry-quotes
yellow
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John Geddes |
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I strike the ground with the soles of my feet and life rises up my legs, spreads up my skeleton, takes possession of me, drives away distress and sweetens my memory. The world trembles.
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poetry-quotes
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Isabel Allende |
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With wine beside a gently flowing brook - this is the best; Withdrawn from sorrow in some quiet nook - this is the best
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poetry
poetry-quotes
wine
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Hafez |
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It must have been an endless breathing in: between the wish to know and the wish to praise there was no seam.
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poetry-quotes
praise-poems
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Margaret Atwood |
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"!Cigarra! !Dichosa tu!, que sobre el lecho de tierra mueres borracha de luz. Tu sabes de las campinas el secreto de la vida, y el cuento del hada vieja que nacer hierba sentia en ti quedose guardado. !Cigarra! !Dichosa tu!, pues mueres bajo la sangre de un corazon todo azul. La luz es Dios que desciende, y el sol
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poetry-quotes
spanish
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Federico García Lorca |