Self Help Book (version two)

Published on November 8, 2007 By Buddah Moskowitz In Poetry

in my sadness
I went to the bookstore
to find something
that would fix me

In the "Self-Help" section
I found books on
money
sex
communication
dieting
dating & romance

but not

how to undo painful memories
how to make the newness reappear
how to make her forget
that really cruel and hateful remark
I had been saving up
for years

I left without
buying anything
when I realized
I was too late

I didn't need
a self-help book

I needed a time machine

Comments

RoyLevosh

on Nov 08, 2007

As always you are so painfully good at hitting the proverbial nail square on its proverbial head.

This poem brings to mind the lyrics of a favorite song of mine (Lit, My own worst enemy) :

Can we forget about the things I said
When I was drunk
I didn't mean to call you that
I can't remember what was said or what you threw at me
Please tell me, please tell me Why...

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dynamaso

on Nov 08, 2007

I wonder what people did before self-help books. Learn to help themselves, maybe? What I find amusing about self-help books is the propensity for most of the advice to actually confuse a situation even more, unlike your poetry, which, as Roy said, hits it right on the head.

SanChonino

on Nov 08, 2007

That feeling is one I've felt too much.

Buddah, your poetry makes me want to cry sometimes, because it resonates - and therein lies its power.

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