Charles Bukowski | Hangi çiçek diğerini sarı açtı diye ayıplar

Which flower condemns another for "blooming yellow"? Which flower condemns another for "blooming yellow"? Which bird bans another for "singing differently"? People are killed because of their skin, their tongue. Oh people... Those who find everything but can't find themselves... Sometimes I feel completely alone in this world, Other times I know I'm completely alone. It doesn't take any special qualities to blend in with the crowd, but it truly takes a lot to stand alone and tall. Closing the door to a room and being alone has always been one of the most beautiful things in my life. Appearing like a carefree bastard on the outside, while being emotional on the inside, has ruined me. I change from person to person. Because someone who's evil doesn't deserve to see my good face. And I'm so tired that when they look at my face, they know I hate them. Forgive me, it's a bit of a mental problem, I guess. Forgive me, but I need to talk to someone... Forgive me, but sometimes I find myself in crowds, in markets, at fairs, etc... I mean... those eyes... noses... elbows... their walk... their way of speaking... Forgive me, but when I look at these cardboard faces, when I hear laughter that doesn't even sound like laughter, I often feel like I'm in the bowels of hell... Why were our choices always between bad and worse? You call trying to get along with someone you hate civilization, I call it dishonesty. I should have been a flower desired by butterflies and bees, but I was a piece of shit that attracted flies. I'm in love with animals. I have problems with people. Thinking wasn't good, one should be able to shut down the brain. Poet: Charles Bukowski Comment: Ahmet Faruk Nalbantoğlu