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This Be the Verse
by Philip Larkin
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.
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Charles Bukowski
Alone With Everybody
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds
the one.
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.
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"I've been gay since I popped out of my mother's vagina. I literally screamed because of how horrible a sight it was."
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"We are broken boys from broken families who somehow managed to come together. We are late night car rides, back seats of Volvos, and we are windows down no matter how cold. We are products of our past, making our future, but we are living for what we have right now. We are McDonald’s and French fries and dollar menu stomachaches, gallons of Mountain Dew and shared drinks and shared songs. We are music, lyrics, feelings and songs. We are guitars and strings and frustration and tears, broken strings, broken words, broken souls fixed with songs from people who know where we’ve been. We are fathers and memories and memories of fathers, we are not forgetting, always holding on, only letting go of things that shouldn’t matter. We are from families that taught not by example and instead let us learn the hard way, but for that we are still thankful. We are thankful to have learned at all. We are long walks and long rivers and long silences with long thoughts that lead to short words that mean everything. We are entwined fingers, entwined hearts, connected eyes and one soul. We are living for each other. We are best friends with best friends and two of four people who still feel like kings. We are dances and matching shoes and I don’t want the world to see me, I just want you to know who I am. We are making fun of movies and falling in love all over again over every song from our youth. We are cigarette scars and torn up fingers and the kisses against them, permanent memories of pain that has long since left. We are the future’s souvenirs of how things used to be, and we are examples of strength and dependence and I just need you more than I can say. We are notebooks and writing and emotion on paper, we are typed conversations telling everything, teasing us with distance. We are all night phone calls, sometimes fun, sometimes a lifeline. We are our hands, we hold us together, we are the strength I have to say this: We are our world. Our world is beautiful." - Ryan Ross
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