He left her hanging A Monet with no River Seine He left her barren An open book with no pages He left her questioning A riddle with no answer He left her doubting The truth of her very existence He left her incomplete Energy work only half started He left her drowning Gasping for breathContinue reading “He left her”
Monthly Archives: May 2009
Of human connections
He was The sum of All fear And for a Moment I loved him Madly Ⓒjillterry
Some times
Sometimes I just Want to scream The truth of others Too much to take Zero tolerance Lack of character Human ignorance Me mentality People spewing Meaningless words No forethought No consideration To consequential results Self-centered nature Tunnel vision Unable to see Beyond themselves Ⓒjillterry
Memory Holes
My mission was clear, determined in the hours preceding my slumber. A journey must be made in order to obtain the necessary information to formulate my plot. And so under the cloak of darkness, when my body and mind were at rest and the door to world’s unknown lay open and waiting, my spirit tookContinue reading “Memory Holes”
Life’s revolving door
Sitting for hours Head full of foils Watching in boredom The continuous revolving Door A plethora of aged Women All come to get Their hair done Most of them there Simply for cuts One sassy dame Opting for color Burgundy streaks In her thick Silver mane While others received Their weekly roll What struck meContinue reading “Life’s revolving door”
Insanity’s Final Adieu
His was a miserable life; wandering the globe pretending to be lost, feigning insanity due to all sorts of abuse; self-inflicted, youthful demons victim, to any and all who showed the slightest inclination of interest. In truth, he knew exactly where he was going, what the cost would be to get there; needing only toContinue reading “Insanity’s Final Adieu”
Bucks on the beach…
…where I want to be
Processing and purging
Hearing the truth The ugly truth Trying hard to process What it really means Was always a bitter pill But somehow easier to swallow At least when there was something A reason on which to blame Delusional Madness Insanity Lunacy An innate inability To deal To cope To live To feel A falsity I nowContinue reading “Processing and purging”
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