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Work was looming over me
It was never getting done
The family was tired too
It was time to have some fun

A trip away from madness
To a place away from here
Where work would not contact me
And I could rest and drink some beer

I checked the bank
The news was bad
I'd spent all the money
That we had
We wouldn't travel
on vacation
We were gonna take
a forced Staycation

We'd shut the doors
Shut off the phones
We'd make it look
Like we weren't home

I thought this seemed alright to me
Now, I must convince the family
We'd stay at home where it was free
And it was cheap as cheap could be

We'd do things like we always do
No surprises here and nothing new
We'd stay up late and sleep till two
I could see nothing going wrong

I told my wife
She told the kids
She put my life
On up for bids
If we stayed home
Like I had said
She'd make sure
I'd wake up dead

I went on down to see the bank
And see if I could see
A manager to loan some cash
To save me from my family
A staycation is something that
Is great at times in life
But, it will not do you any good
If you try to sell it to your wife
Lunar May 2016
I tried to leave
but his hands held onto mine,
like a lost traveler,
kept in an ancient city.
He asked why
I had to go.
And I told him,
"I want to go back home".
he looked up at me,
with eyes like attractions,
which I want to visit
and take snapshots of.
My fingers traced his face
one more time,
like I'm tracing a map
of unvisited destinations.
Then he pulled me into
a homely embrace.
With his voice like a warm
and protective blanket said,
"Stay with me.
I'm your home,
And I'll be your vacation."
to j x s!
please drive safely and stay in your lane!
home is where the heart is, and it's with him.
Flow Aug 2018
Let the past wash a way to create
a clean demonstration of our staycation.
A reality that seems to me like the move to be.

Do what we want,
in a place with no chase,
that's were my mind splits apart
a walk in the park even if it's in the dark.
:)
alexis Jun 2023
the rustling of the leaves in the trees
the audible tremble
of a collective chill
sounds just like the beach

my front porch
a shining metropolitan shore
the sun seems to soften into welcoming;
a different sun
that doesn’t scowl hotly over apartment complexes
and make liquid of asphalt and people

a benevolent warmth
you can only get
out of the city

the air rubs itself in coarse salt
and Coppertone

this glass of water
in my hand
may well be the ocean
the shift in my lap
the waves
a floating leaf
a boat
adrift on cerulean seas

the children laughing and playing here
are the same children
laughing and playing there, too

i am reminded that everything
can be given a new life
if you tell a wild heart
of an ordinary thing

if i just
close my eyes
a beach
is never far away
a peace on summer breeze
let sunshine on the trees
and psychedelic days ablaze
with vivid colors in this haze

sky at dusk would lie in wait
and serene was the moon
nearing fate that water was sedate
and the pool flattered me

smiles were frozen upon themselves
with clover and chairs
clustered this grille; with shish kabob  
and flavor that savored the heat

where fire instilled tonight
fore the air was succumb
to this lazy hour of credit
in this town as love beamed

straight to the heart
where tears were heartfelt
and roses where red vinyl was hot
and spun well with the next track
Qualyxian Quest Jan 2021
I do like taking ubers
A little conversation

Only been there in the summers
But I like the Swedish nation

Istanbul for 3 weeks
Would be a nice vacation

I have religious torment
But cannot find salvation

Nature and human nature
Frightening the predation

Sometimes sweet such silence
Quiet elevation

This lengthy quarantine
Intensely isolation

Will I travel again?
Don't know.  For now it's just staycation.
Qualyxian Quest Feb 2021
I don't make a good atheist
Though I too face annihilation

I would gladly leave tonight
For a 2 week Venetian vacation

Or maybe Istanbul
Ayasofia elevation

But I just sit inside
Silence is my staycation.
JDL Nov 2018
When changing a diaper,
When I’m helping with the bills trying to decipher,
At work while I’m helping a customer,
At night when my wife is putting our son to sleep and he’s getting fuss with her,
When I’m studying for my IT Certifications,
When I’m trying to enjoy a staycation

I guess creative sparks just move about at their own timing and pace,

With minds of their own, they choose the time and place
Qualyxian Quest Feb 2019
lifelong death obsession
deathlong, life intention
headstrong, music mention ...

                  I want you to Stay!
I don't know you anymore,
ever since that staycation
with your Beloved.

You were the only one who held
my heart and brain
in your pearly, white palm.
Now it's stained brown
from the endless supply of caffeine
and mugs.

What about
the scars on my back
(from my travels to many places)
that you and only you saw?
I can't help but wonder over the picture you have
of me
if they now rest in a new rucksack.

My soul,
is now in your little backpack
where everyone else lie in.

Tell me,
where did you travel to and what happened?
Did the airlines lose your culture
and replace it with a complimentary
substitute?

You've lost the identity for which
I came to know you of.
May this just be a
stopover.
everly Oct 2019
6,000 islands in greece
17,508 islands in indonesia
200 islands in the maldives
yet you choose to inhabit yourself in
the chaotic paradise of
my mind

why..
Meat Stevens Jan 2020
I like being unemployed in different cities and seeing what they’re about
I like seeing the same mailmen everyday upon their same rout
The same cars pass me by at the same times every day on their commute
I hang with the same folks at the same cafes  in destitute
I know all the stray cats and the doggos by their names
There’s Rufus and Cupcake and Bachus and Senator John McCain (My neighbors cat from Arizona)
Eventually it gets tired, this staycation holiday
I’d find some entertainment but can’t afford the matinee
I guess I should start looking for a job to help myself back on my feet
But it’s already Thursday so I guess I’ll  start next week
Luna Casablanca Feb 2016
Wait til you portray,
you’ll hear my voice,
come what may.
I can’t make you stay,
but if games are what you play,
come back another day.
You’ll be older and know more,
you will remember how you were before.
picking on people is not humor its relaxation.
This is how you make friendship a staycation.
We don’t observe,
we mind our own nerve.
It becomes a show and tell.
Every day I get dragged into hell.
I see and feel when you were hurt.
Excuse me,
do you know  I’ve also been kicked in the dirt?
Reason you never thought is because I
brush it off and walk away.
If you’re anger must be spread onto me,
I’d rather be clean and see you
another day.
When you are not going to cheat,
you will follow the rules
and play.
Then we don’t confuse love for
admiration,
we feel the burn of compassion
and our friendship becomes
a vacation.
Feel the relief of spending time with you
and your space.
Never forget the time you got drunk at
my place.
You took the couch and you slept like a baby.
First you cried like one,
but I still see you as a fine lady.
Sharp and mature,
and we love no matter what the hell may
occur.
Take my hand,
we’re on an adventure.
New places to go,
and forget the structure.
This is for any of my friends though they may be gone, we disagree, we are too different, or I miss them,
It doesn't have to be perfect as long as we
respect.
And never take one another
for granted.
her entries Jun 2021
Is the world-shaking, or is it just me?  
Sweaty palms,
Shortage of breaths.
Unease.

“Oh no, I feel like throwing up.”
I wish the world could pause right now,
Even if it would only last for a few seconds.
Few seconds is what I craved.

I canceled the plans with my girlfriends.
I canceled the staycation that was booked one and a half months ago.
I canceled the language class I was supposed to attend.
Parts of me was actually excited.

Until the thoughts started forming in my head,
Leaving me stuck.
I cried.
My friends asked me, “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

I’m thankful that she asked. However,
I wished those words would give me comfort.
I wished I could say something to answer those questions.
I wished I could put my emotions into words.

My friends said, “It’s okay. You will be fine.”
Will I?
Will I ever be okay?
It was as if I’m learning to breathe,
But the fact that I’m underwater.
Overbite underfed 15 seconds
took 15 years overnight
A short flight
not plain
A small percentage of forever is infinity
Therefor it’s not much you have to give to me
Pay attention
Thoughts are in-sight
It’s NOT not tangible
It’s not applicable
It doesn’t check out
outside the box
perception is depth
You see it’s out of reach for you
So the questions come next
What finally ensues
An unearthing text from the moon
While cloud gazing clout chasing
**** remunerating
Chasing cash I’m chasing ratings
Another idiot made famous
I’ll work for you to know me
Opposed to your normal occupations
Since my bodies my temple
This is Gentrification
I’m braking ground tomorrow
Stomping flawed information
Constructing a knew build
A mind shield a timed skill
Protecting mine
Perfecting design
don’t tread on me
Imma minefield
Intellectual property is vacant
Up for sale a boat load of air
Ear head air bnb for the staycation
Never ending wasteland
I just purchased my own head
From a real estate agent
John hancocked blank papers
Words have it
I’m in debt for ages...
Empress Asa Jan 2020
Not easy become independent woman..
You will handle all of problem..
Going to some where alone..
Even though for medicine..

But you can do whatever want to do..
You can going every where you want to go..
You can take all the things with responsibility..

Sometimes enjoying staycation..
Sometimes going around the world..
Sometimes eating so much..
Sometimes playing around with car..
Sometimes having fun with no limit..

But

Sometimes you must handle big problem by yourself..
Sometimes you need to go to medicine alone..
Sometimes you need driving alone even though you are ill..
Sometimes you are crying alone..

This is the taste of being independent woman..
Stss... Secret note
Qualyxian Quest Jan 2019
maybe isolation is my motivation
    songs to escape the staycation
          hoping for inspiration
             we not I elevation
               communication
                  idea nation
                    sensation
                    Way-tion
Qualyxian Quest Feb 2019
Emily and Markson meditation
        solitude as staycation
                 word wars
                 revelations!
Qualyxian Quest Jul 2019
Up
basketball my meditation
        solitude my soul staycation
               only silence seeks elevation ...


                             Exoplanets!
Qualyxian Quest Dec 2018
intense the isolation
social life polite

tick tock degeneration
lurks eternal Night

spousal devastation
criticism her delight

silence as staycation
here I hear no sight

quest for elevation
Exoplanets might

youthful generation
aliens invite?
Qualyxian Quest Mar 2023
Not intentionally obscure
Searching, on the lookout
Memories concur
But I have to find them

Abgescheidenheit
But only for a time
Come and go, go and come
Bangkok Buddhamind

The 2nd Noble Truth
Power. Devastation.
This year's spring break
Solamente a staycation

Prayers for the antelope
Prayers for the gazelle
2 outs in the 7th
Ain't no tongue can tell


       Shema Israel!
Grey Mar 2022
18,
Dropout.
Alcoholic.
Addict.
I moved into a ratty old apartment with my cousin a friend and at the time girlfriend.
We drank religiously, had every drug to get us high.
And somehow all managed to keep our jobs, not just keep them but we excelled at them.
My favorite was coke and speed. I liked being able to just sit there and my head blank.
I have ADHD so **** works differently with me, my friends would be hyped up or paranoid.
I felt safe, ****** was home though.
I loved being able to shut my brain down,
Of course I overdosed twice,
Once in high school my best friend found me took care of me like the hospital and stuff.
I was so ****** up then too, I didn’t even notice he was hurting inside too.
He ended his life with a bullet to head, his brother and I found him at chokecherry canyon.
The second time I overdosed I was 19, we were at the apartment.
We had the whole week from work because we all wanted to just have fun. I’m talking going to the lake and everything, we did it all. That last night of our little staycation I didn’t even realize how much **** I was taking because of how drunk I was.
The last thing I remember was hearing the muffled music hearing my cousin and friends laughing and boom.
I woke up in the hospital scared shitless.
The doctors told me they barely got me back, my heart stopped twice.
They brought me back.
Honestly I hated them still do.
I didn’t see anything of heaven or hell just nothing.
It was like I just went to sleep and that was it.
I, of course, signed myself out of the hospital against the doctors orders.
Came back home and they were so scared that I almost died.
I thanked them and proceeded to drink the bottle of jack daniels I bought and left in the freezer.
Life went on, I hated every second of it.
Yet I still played the part of a happy person, kept up at my jobs became a manager somehow at the skate shop.
Then I started just giving up again,
Instead of completely falling into the **** again I went to rehab.
I got therapy, I eventually didn’t drink.
Life was looking a little better
That’s when I got the job at big r and eventually met someone who would change everything.
Even to this day I wish I met her like 5 years later or something because she didn’t deserve the ******* recovering addict/alcoholic who eventually started drinking again.
She didn’t deserve that I didn’t deserve her.
And what ***** is that I absolutely freaked out.
It was like meeting her and knowing that I could actually be a better person was ******* scary.
And overwhelming because I wasn’t ready, I was barely getting sober.
Barley getting on my own two feet,
No where near ready to fully take that next step in healing from the trauma I lived through and grew in.
So I learned a thing,
I played the victim & ruined a really good relationship.
Like demolished it,
I hurt her because I was hurt.
I broke her because I was broken.
It was unfair to her, watching someone she loved become this complete monster.
In my head when I finally snapped, all that numbness was gone.
And every single hurt pain trauma, all of it came out.
And she left which was understandable because no one should have to be the victim of someone who exploded in anger and broke the walls of his home,
I wanted to tear that house down because of what I went through there.
The worse part of it is, my whole meltdown? It was never against her none of it was.
That was the acting out of a child who lost their childhood.
That was all the unresolved pain that I went through and literally blamed her for making me angry when really I was angry at myself and she was never the problem.
She really did love me and tried to be there, I did a “fantastic” job at pushing her away. Far away. She’s with someone else now, and I have to live everyday with that guilt.
Because she really really did love me, and I was too broken I was too far gone to even see it. I did not at the time realize that I needed to work on myself I needed to heal from my past, and there was no way that I could’ve actually given her the love she deserved because I couldn’t even love myself. I failed at being the man she needed, I failed at showing her that she was my world, because I was so stuck in that self hate that even though I knew it in my soul that I loved this girl so much that I would’ve done anything. The problem was I wasn’t actually healing myself, I tried to just cover up all that Hate and anger at myself and put on a mask. That was happy or that nothing was wrong.
Eventually that mask broke, and she’s gone.
I was 21…
Now I am 23,
What ***** is that I still love that girl, and to this day I wish I would’ve just met her 5 years after and not then… right person wrong time? I don’t know.
She loves someone else now and soon I think I’ll just be a memory, shoot not even a good one. I remember all the good and bad memories we had, and like I said I know I will forever live with the shame and guilt of hurting the woman I loved because of my own incapability of loving myself and healing.
I want to say I’m getting better, however I don’t really know if I’ll ever be actually better.
Everything still hurts.
And now I’m still a cocky **** and I’m also trying to be a better person,
The problem is the lesson I learned recently?
It all will end eventually, what matters is that each day is a chance to be better than who you were yesterday. That it’s okay to hurt, to cry. However I still get that numb feeling. I like protecting myself, but I can’t stay stuck in just survival mode anymore..
I am worth it, I’m worth something. I can be a better person than I was yesterday.
All that hurt I went through? They’re lessons, I know better now. And that it will all be okay.
One day at a time.
Qualyxian Quest Aug 2021
I fear annihilation
Break my rusty cage
Solitude staycation
Break my cage and run

Darkness comes again
My mind in meditation
Melville's mystery page
Taipei 101

                The sun!
Qualyxian Quest Mar 2019
troubled soul, troubled nation
      gratitude for small staycation
               puzzling tales,  names sensations


                           Transmigration?
Qualyxian Quest Feb 2020
Against the threat of etoliation
I play basketball - my staycation

Moon aglow, crisp chill night
As when young and all was right

Starshine yellow, Mr. Van Gogh
Bipolar misery I too know

But not tonight, children here
Keep me sane, hold them dear

Years roll by, games do too
Sophia! Sophia! I love you.
Qualyxian Quest Jun 2021
Incredibly, incredibly shallow
American education

No shoes upon my feet
I stumble towards staycation

Rocky Mountain high
Eagle elevation

Step across the sand
Lonely destination
Qualyxian Quest Jun 2020
Jonathan Swift
I understand

This ain't
No nevernever land

Americans in London
Very knowing

American ignorance
Very showing

Meniere's disease
And condemnation

I agree good sir
In my staycation

Irish eyes
Irish nays

Yahoo. Yahoo.
Your game still plays.
Qualyxian Quest Jun 2020
Sick and suffering?
Yes, but that is life.

Pascal was right.
Endless strife.

No, I don't like my nation
Too much Empire

I like staycation
Music is higher

The universities
They deny her

But Sophia, my love
For you - I'd walk the wire

— The End —