My Sunday Short for 04/26/2015
My Sunday Short has been posted. Thank you for reading! http://tanisjustice.com/sunday-shorts/04262015-2/
My Sunday Short has been posted. Thank you for reading! http://tanisjustice.com/sunday-shorts/04262015-2/
Yesterday’s son was angry He longed for attention to take his mind away from his thoughts He oppressed others to make himself feel more real He needed control There is no control Not in this life A life that is temporary ~ Learning of more than himself yesterday’s son finds comfort in nothingness Reaching to…
I watch as you slowly brush your lips with your tongue removing what was left of the red wine I envy every sip you take from your glass Watching your eyes catch fire, and losing my senses wondering when my flesh would feel yours pressed against it Soft and delicate Like a dream caught in…
My faith in you, and your words doesn’t exist You call me friend, and treat me like a fool Your heart is as dark as 3 AM on a night when there isn’t a moon, roaming the darkest room of a house, lying on the floor in the back of the filthiest closet, and hiding…
Across the field I watch the fog setting in As the sun sets in a magical haze of red Much like our hearts dancing in a field of daisies As I look deep into th blue eyes that found me ~ I see the photo of you hanging from the pin on my wall Your…
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Slow and steady Outside of my window The traffic roars a lonesome call ~ Soft and quiet Tapping at my window The rain falls like tears from heaven ~ Long drawn out breaths The clock pounding like a gong Reminding me you aren’t here ~ Far and away I hear your words They ring like…
Let’s face it, unless you love yourself it’s really hard to love other people. That’s not to say you always need to like yourself. There are days when I want to punch myself in the face, but to love yourself, even accept yourself for who you are, takes courage. I don’t always like myself, but…
As the smell of the highway permeates its way through the bus my mind drifts back to our sheets, and the feel of your silky white skin against my body. I begin to ponder all the beautiful pieces of the puzzle that create us. Your smile growing farther away with every mile, over every bridge,…
She showed up early, by her standards, but the truth is she’s always late. It’s not that she doesn’t try, or that she doesn’t value your time, she just gets distracted. She’s normal, as herself, but what is normal? Here she is though, on time by her standards, showing up with a half full bottle…
