I just wrote this

Life is very uncertain
I may never finish this poem
But I will finish my life, isn’t that odd?
No Matter what I leave undone, or
un finished

I still finish

Finish

the End

It just sounds soo final.

can it really stop.

Can i write or am i just
finishing somebody else’s work
Am i at home anymore, do i have a home?
what if you’re my home

In Thee I Dwell

In search of heaven i found dogs
She’s 8 pounds long, nosey, and sounds like a battlefield.

She’s stronger than any faith

She’s here, She’s not here
It’s that simple
Sometimes she runs really fast,
and turns into a blur,
But it is still her.

I am not so tangible, i can be here,
and not be here at the same time.

“We got any Tomatoes?” Asks the blonde in the back

Lying is so natural, is there
any way to stop it

Stop it
?
Am I lying to myself

“No” I say in a voice half coroner/ half corpse
“bullshit” She mumbles

She kicks my dog

It bothers me
I smile

Posted by Brian Feist