Writing, Ideas, & Stories
seeking peace
dear noisy,
stay away
this quiet shelter we built
doesn’t have time for your bad breath
so find another house to blow down
just another static wolf
seeking lost
and found in humble forest.
dear noisy,
stay away
you’re services
are no longer required.
let’s
run away from this town
this town we are stuck in
escape this noise
escape the tragedy
dance into a state
that doesn’t know our names
until they know our names
everyone is supposed to leave
i know that
nothing more than a walking gas station,
a luggage and a few parking tickets-
and they’ll be on their way
i can’t stop the shaking,
the feeling of giving up
dropping everything
& start anew.
somewhere where no one knows
anything, where i can build,
somewhere quiet,
it won’t stop the shaking
it’ll be back the next day
maybe a month from now
but that time
sounds perfect
you changed a lot-
all for the better
just not sure who’s
all in an attempt to be better
just not sure,
better than who,
i hope you sit down a write this out
before all that is left
is a scrapyard
of mixed dreams
false identities
wrapped in a fleece blanket,
each step was good
it was your own;
Saint's Muse 