Poetry · Writing

getaway

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

Poetry · Writing

scrapyard

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;