I read some Charles Bukowski the other day, and today a friend's blog (she's good, check it out). I feel like I'm so confined with what I think a poem should be. Bukowski says in his poem so you want to be a writer? -
"don't do it.
"don't do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don't do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don't do it."
I think I could. I think I maybe could, if I allowed myself to be myself. I'm not cowed, but I'm not bold.
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