Butterfly
I’ve been putting up a lot of these Instapoems on my Instagram account. Follow me: @tanisjustice
I’ve been putting up a lot of these Instapoems on my Instagram account. Follow me: @tanisjustice
Somewhere half way between a dream and a memory I waited for her Grasping at thoughts of redemption She begs me not to remember but it’s something I’m unable to forget Maybe I’m just unwilling Forgiveness is a journey I don’t travel well Placing my thoughts into my hands Believing the dream to be a…
Under stars like the blanket that cover you I kiss your lips Heaven bows to the majestic view of your form As I marvel in your greatness Bowing only to your whims Bending to your desire I follow the road signs to your inner thighs Slowly and gracefully You succumb to my will You overflow…
“Stay…” She said softly As I turned to walk away “Please, won’t you?” Her voice carried on as if it was the only sound I’d ever heard So clear So demanding Yet soft and subtle I stopped at the door My jacket in hand It’s already 3 AM It’s already too late My head was…
It’s my feeling that we are all recovering souls in one way or another. It’s fair to say that we all have some sort of addiction, and many of us feel broken in one way or another. I know I have felt that way a good portion of my life. Anymore I’ve finally figured out…
She stood alone Naked Bare Body Mind and Soul In front of the Universe She stood Broken Alone and Afraid She walks countless beaches looking for lost treasure She waits for something real Something true She gathers the lost children of the Ent Putting them back together in sorted menageries that resemble her scattered thoughts…
Watching you collect you scattered clothes and pack your bags is heartbreaking Our time together is so brief, yet neither wants to be here We fit so well together, like a puzzle piece A missing piece exists It keeps up forever apart You walk back and forth humming I’m not even sure which song it…
On the edge of my bed she sits waiting for the sun to rise My favorite shirt hangs from her like a dress It’s the only thing she’s wearing I hear her singing “Blue Jeans” by Lana Del Rey under her breath “I will love you til the end of time…” As the morning light…
There is something familiar about her Her smell Her touch Having her lying next to me Her lips Her breath The way she moves So automatic to my touch So obedient to my words I push forward to hold her She pushes back with lust We dance to the sounds of our own passion There…
Motionless I lay silently on the floor as she played piano across the room Note by note a stream of endless daydreams pass as if my mind were a kaleidoscope, and the memory of another woman was the shattered glass inside The music stops with a sudden crash as though she read my thoughts and…
