Your Night in Shining Pajamas by justcallmesly, literature
Literature
Your Night in Shining Pajamas
As we lie awake in bed
pillows underneath our heads
closing eyes seems like a chore
so why bother closing them anymore?
let's hold hands while we're awake.
It makes us smile, for goodness sake.
looking up into the black
with nothing scary to attack.
You grip tighter in pain and fear
but don't be afraid, for I am here.
I will make you feel alright
up until the morning light
I'm your lover, your fighting man
if they come i use my hands
I'll protect you from the scary night.
You've got me here right in your sight.
do not worry it's okay
I'll be here til the break of day.
The Home Away from Home (poem) by justcallmesly, literature
Literature
The Home Away from Home (poem)
Where delicious food comes with a good price
Knowing your order has become second nature
Not a bag of pre-cut potatoes
but a crate of real potatoes
The name of the restaurant is the name of the server
and leaving the place brings a "Have a nice day" from her too.
You don't just get a meal
You also get a smile
and service that you'll never get from a franchise
500 Words: No Service Gas Station by justcallmesly, literature
Literature
500 Words: No Service Gas Station
She ran, with the headphones blaring.
Running in the nineties
Is a new way of life to be
Shannon liked the feel of rain upon her dull-gold fur. It was a pleasure that didn't pleasure her.
The route was simple, and the destination was close. Her parents were in controversy again, and she wanted out before they dragged her in. So she made an escape: an abandoned service station. Nobody has paid patronage to the place for years, so she adopted it as a second home. A tree house, if you will.
The building looked bad, sitting on the corner of a busy intersection, but it blended in. Amazingly, the bad guys stayed away from the plac
Squirrel sitting in a tree
Squirrel is the thing I see
I look at the squirrel and he looks at me.
Digging digging for its nuts
in the dirt and in the rough
then it sees me that squirrel is not too tough
The succulant tit that we all latch and suck on
The money they give us to ensure that we stay on
We're dependent on this breast, but we need to start learning
We need to find our own work, with our own money we're earning
But we stay on the boob, and we suck more of the milk
saying "I got a job interview, but this is better still"
But if we don't stop it, it might end one day
and we'll be mad at "the mother" for ending the pay
We need to unlatch from this addictive cream
and begin making our own money and following our dreams.