It is not my intention To make you think I am miserable I am merely tenderBecause I am a little sadI feel untetheredI am a little angryWith all of usAnd honestly I am quite tiredOf myselfAnd that is why I can sayI am everything I also Do not wish to conveyI am feeling Light spiritedOr apathetic The last thing I want Is to appear insensitive But I have to keep somewhat busyOr the ants in my brainTurn to termitesAnd then I’m goneJust like this morning There was no rushTo make coffeeAnd start my daySo I laid there awhileWondering if I could go back to sleepAfter only five hours One would hope soBut when I started to curl like a snailAnd my eyes began to wellI flung back my quiltAnd shook my headI will not allowSadness to overtake meLife is for livingI can embrace another dayEven if it does pale To ones beforeEven if it isn’t filledWith what I would chooseIf I had all my druthersI have notWent off my feedI have not Lived breath to breathThis timeAnd I thank God for thatMay I never drown In emotionsEver Again I have elaborated on this before, but this was in my memories today and I felt led to share. so you want to be a writer? by Charles Bukowski if it doesn’t come bursting out of youin spite of everything,don’t do it.unless it comes unasked out of yourheart and your mind and your mouthand…

Let me tell you something If you are targeting womenI would not selectTwo middle aged redheadsWho are supremely tiredOf everyone’s shitAnd wearing heelsThat hurt their feet Because not onlyAre they packing bad attitudesOne is packing a 9 mmAnd isn’t afraid to use itSo sit your ass downOn that park benchAnd decide if it’s worthHaving at least one bleeding holeTo make a woman uncomfortable Because she has a take no prisonersKind of policyAnd Shoot now Ask questions laterBecause life has not been Especially kindIt has been a good dayAnd I’d hate to ruin itWith a trip to prisonFor the likes of youLove from Appalachia,~Amy…