It Just Might Be

A small part of me

longs for one good snow

when the season arrives,

a snow to cover the ground

and the trees and the streets,

to bring a mere moment of silence

in the current hubbub of life.

One good snow might be nice.

Session 0.9

Keeping quiet never lasts

I’m the roar of a dying art form

It’s physical formation of vengeance

Upon an ignorant world

Quiet

I do not like the quiet,

the sound of the beating

of my heart,

the breaths I take

through the day,

I do not like the sound

of my footsteps

trudging through

the halls and the snow,

the grass, the dead leaves

between,

I do not like the sound of my voice

as it drawls out

mumbling messes and higher notes

when excited in one way

or another,

I cannot stand the quiet

that draws my attention

to these things

but

I like the quiet

with you

since you draw my attention

to something worth

appreciating