a patchwork quilt of maybes and almosts ✓

peace

this one's called peace, and it's about, well, peace. fun fact: i've always been a super traditional writer, like proper grammar, punctuation, spelling, and whatnot when i write a story, but poetry's just kind of FREE you know? and writing lowercase poetry is a vibe, try it sometime :) as always, enjoy and thank you! special thanks to Bruhimkelly, sssunshine1, Stressedflower4, leolantsov, yalieen_, metupintheafterlife for reading and voting on my last few... ps thanks for all the comments Bruhimkelly, i had fun reading them lol

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peace

is this thing

that we seem

to hold

in such high

regard

but i don't

understand

why

peace

is the ever lulling

ever shushing

wave of the ocean

the hand of an

elder

held to crinkled lips

"be silent"

"know your

place"

but place

implies

that you belong

and you

don't

and sometimes you feel

happy

fulfilled

as if maybe

your hands

are grasping

at this impalpable

idea

of peace

but other times

you aren't sure

if you're faking it

or if it's

reality

you cannot force

peace

the way you can

force

a smile

or a laugh

just like you cannot

force

happiness

so maybe happiness

and peace

are one and

the same

but who would want

peace

anyways

if peace is simply

contentedness

never yearning

for more

out of life

or joy or

out of

peace