I woke up this morning Feeling sick. { That just comes with The alcoholics territory. .. No longer can I sit down
By Michael Butorovich19 days ago in Poets
My lady and I split a week ago. It was mutual. We even kissed goodbye and Hugged each other tightly. { At first it was okay.
Writing. It should always be very personal. { For those with an imagination I salute you. For those with nowhere else to
I have to get out of my head somehow. I’m sitting down in there looking at old Pictures and it isn’t helping. { There’s really no one to kick it with
By Michael Butorovich22 days ago in Poets
I have no real confidence. I watch “success” after “success” After “success” and finally feel As if there is hope. Hope to succeed again.
The hangovers are never pleasant but I take Them like they aren’t shit, For they really are not. It’s all the feeling of irritated nerves
By Michael Butorovich23 days ago in Poets
The lights of that filthy city Sparks a small bit of happiness Inside me. I can’t explain why. { L.A { Where the seraphim live.
Although our relationship has ended And feelings still resonate within Me I have to let go somehow. { This is nothing new for me.
Trevor Somethings electric sound comes from Out the speakers. I swig a new beer that tastes like Peanut-butter and I enjoy it.
I decided to come up and Visit Chinaski with the few Hours of daylight I have left. { Of course my room is still a Mess and there is alot more
I pound these keys so Fuckin’ hard that the Device moves across The desk and I’ll Have to reposition It back to the center
April 13th, 2017 Upon our last meeting, I hope it Didn’t bother you at the fact That I didn’t say “I love you” Before we took our separate paths