Getting her teenager to work around the house was always a chore
Every day they would go round and round each other, grinding away
And eventually, it would torque the two of them right off and nothing would get done
Reaching into her emergency chocolate stash she wondered how she could lubricate the situation
She ended up giving them a peace offering from her stash and that allowed the two of them to switch …
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Maybe the rolling stone wasn’t that great after all
Only by finding a quiet, still place can you put down some roots
Soul-nourishing peace grounding away the pent-up anxious energy
Soaking in patience waiting for the right stone to come
Looking at all the items that were on the page
It was enough to make her depressed
So, she pulled out her lighter and flicked the switch
The smoke was her peace offering with herself
Now everyone was counting the seconds
Excited about a new beginning, a new something
What changes were possible
Yet he sat on the couch and sipped his champagne calmly
Every day was his chance to begin anew, to try to right his wrongs
And that allowed him to find peace with himself every night as he went to sleep
Ready to celebrate a new chance, a new resolution, every day. That was worth celebrating
Nighttime was when he was awake and alive
Observing his domain as he prowled the streets
Citizens were happily in their beds now
They were dreaming dreams of a light-filled world
Under which people like him were just fragments of lore
Real-world boogeymen who cleaned up society’s messes
Now that suited him just fine
As he enjoyed the peace and quiet of owning the blacktop
Lifting another trashcan, he deposited the contents in the back of the truck before moving on
What would I do if I found a genie in a bottle?
I would ask for three simple things.
Something that would make you smile, something to make you think, and something to give you peace.
Hope by you reading this some of it came true.
Motivated to keep on moving
Until I can’t move anymore
Seems like a recipe for fitness
Could be, but that would mean the day after
Letting my body get its revenge
Every fiber letting me know what I did
So I sit here. sedentary, in a negotiated peace.
So all this preponderance of togetherness made Pete practically sick to his poor stomach
Pushing people away was what Pete was professional at
Leave him in a group of pleasantly participating people
It was doomed to pyrotechnics and pointless pugilism
Then he would peace out, professing he had to pee.
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The words called to his soul. He ached to get away from their siren call, but there was no escape.
He felt them crawl into his brain, eating the cells one by one and replacing them with their offspring. Sweet sleep would end his captivity, but the words would not give him his rest. Soon he was driven mad. He didn’t care what would happen to his mortal shell, the words were all that mattered.
The next morning was tough, and staying awake at work would be almost impossible, but the novel was done and that meant he found peace.
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Freedom to begin again greeted the Fox Battalion
Recent loses during the war had decimated their group
Even their commander, General Talli, had lost an arm and a leg
Still they had plenty of fight left in them
How could they not? It was all any of them knew how to do.
Staring at the assembled battalion
Talli began her speech
“Although peace has been costly, bought by spending many lives
Really the hard work now begins. They think they don’t need us now
They are mistaken.” Her troops fired their weapons into the air in response
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