Midnight in Portland 

Maybe things are different today Things seem different tonight It’s midnight in Portland The city lights like fire in the sky You can almost see the fallen angels  Flying over head grasping at your prayers Trying to make them their own We all want forgiveness of some kind or another From someone Sometimes anyone  Here…

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Won’t you?

Tanis Justice, poet, photographer, writer, author

Looking up searching for answers I taste the tears of heaver The rain My pain It exists in my mind The stories I tell myself Leis I need to stop looking for answers outside Everything I need is inside I need to sit Silence Let my mind heal Learning to love You and myself all over…

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Is Love

5:20 AMTracy Chapman Overthinking  Baby can I hold you… My bed is so far away  The only real sounds in the house are the loud ceiling fan and the ice maker reminding me Again and again A fading picture  A coin never tossed An X on a map never discovered  The secrets we only share…

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On writers block…

Yeah, it’s happened.  I miss my kids. I miss my vision of what I thought everything is and by fault but my own brain I feel alone a lot. It’s not because I’m alone or lonely. It’s the writers block. When I can’t write I feel alone. It’s not Carrie for those wondering. Even though…

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Daydreaming at Night 

We’re so fucked up You and me Our common ground is met over two lives divided Both survivors of loveless people  Maybe it’s why we adore each other so deeply  Maybe it’s what causes the great devide that separates us when things are hard Maybe it’s what keeps us grounded  and doesn’t let us dive…

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The silence of falling snow

Sunday morning Sitting at the edge of my bed Hands fold in my lap and then covering my eyes  Like the rain outside my tears fall into my lap  On to my notebook Smudging my words like twisted memories I want to understand I want to see things through your eyes but you won’t tell…

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Nothing

As I so unlovable? My longing for you dances on my lips Reaching to touch you Wishing you would touch me Knowing you’ll never really want me My soul reaches for pieces of my heart  My heart reaches for you You won’t reach out to me All I’m left with is desire  My heart falls …

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10 Tips for the Autistic Teen

autism

Growing up with autism I have a lifetime of mishaps and mistakes that I wouldn’t want anyone growing up with autism to make. Now that I have a teen with autism I find that I watch him and see myself in so much he does. He’s obsessed with skateboarding and the skateboarding industry. When he…

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