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I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your

I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

Charles Bukowski
Inspirational Love, Morning, Coffee
Charles Bukowski, “Raw With Love”

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.

Charles Bukowski
Uplifting, Morning, Funny Life
Charles Bukowski, “Gamblers All”

Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It's just a little while, and then it burns away... Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

Charles Bukowski
Love, Morning, Reality

I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.

Charles Bukowski
Morning, Bed, Remember

I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?

Charles Bukowski
Jesus, Morning, Thinking

I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.

Charles Bukowski
Morning, Color, Awakening

Well, people got attatched. Once you cut the umbilical cord they attatched to the other things. Sight, sound, sex, money, mirages, mothers, masturbation, murder, and Monday morning hangovers.

Charles Bukowski
Mother, Monday, Morning

The courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.

Charles Bukowski
Morning, Bed, Faces

It's 4:30 in the morning, it's always 4:30 in the morning.

Charles Bukowski
Morning
"Rooming House Madrigals". Book by Charles Bukowski, 1954.

... to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so rough unless it happens to you.

Charles Bukowski
Death, Morning, Eggs
Charles Bukowski (2009). “Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame”, p.23, Harper Collins

In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.

Charles Bukowski
Morning, Alive, Stills
Charles Bukowski (2011). “Post Office”, p.160, Random House

morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move through you. pain is the joy of knowing the unkindest truth that arrives without warning. life is being alone death is being alone. even the fools weep morning night and noon.

Charles Bukowski
Morning, Pain, Moving

we sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning.

Charles Bukowski
Morning, Smoking, Cigarette
Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.103, Canongate Books

It was like a church in there as only the truly lost sit in bars on Tuesday mornings at 8:00 a.m.

Charles Bukowski
Morning, Tuesday, Church
Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.54, Canongate Books

soon I'll finish this 5th of Puerto Rican rum. in the morning I'll vomit and shower, drive back in, have a sandwich by 1 p.m., be back in my room by 2, stretched on the bed, waiting for the phone to ring, not answering, my holiday is an evasion, mt reasoning is not.

Charles Bukowski
Morning, Holiday, Phones

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