Tag Archives: The Cure

Fast Love

Posted on May 8, 2018 by Blinded by Bukowski

I should probably put the pen down, because I might make a mess, but there’s a few things here, I want to confess. I just dyed my hair, because I thought I saw a random grey, I bought new jeans … Continue reading →

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More Than Words

Posted on February 3, 2018 by Blinded by Bukowski

I tried to make the piano scream last night. I struck the keys so hard, that I could feel my fingers bruising more and more, with each passing measure. In that moment, I don’t think I cared if they broke, … Continue reading →

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Pictures of You

Posted on March 11, 2017 by Blinded by Bukowski

And it’s Friday night, And i’m driving around, And “that song” came on, And suddenly it’s 2004 again, And he was going to be a rock star, And he played bass until his fingers bled, And his band became family, … Continue reading →

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You Give Me Fever

Posted on July 16, 2016 by Blinded by Bukowski

Let me take you back, about a month or two, I had a horrendous cold, though felt more like the flu. I could barely leave the bathroom, let alone comb my hair, and needed to go to the pharmacy, the … Continue reading →

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Joy Division

Posted on February 6, 2016 by Blinded by Bukowski

Your digital piano, is powered by electricity, but without you, it stands in silence. You play every day. You have to. It kinda keeps you breathing. Then one day, mid-song, the power goes out. It’s happened before. You call your … Continue reading →

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Blind Spot

Posted on January 8, 2016 by Blinded by Bukowski

I’d say we went from 0 to 60, but that’s a lie. 15, 30, and 45 definitely occurred. I ignored the yield sign. Where the fuck was the stop sign? Kinda thought you were a yellow light. You were red … Continue reading →

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