THE WAITING GAME

Nothing can ever be done To stop To slow To turn back Time No matter how you long To live in those moments No matter how far You try to reach beyond Time cannot and will not be frozen Feeling the oxygen Being sucked from the room When the door slams shut Your time suddenly

THUNDERSTRUCK

Loneliness brought her there in her darkest hour Spinning out of control in a world collapsing From within lifetime ago dreams he magically appeared Though lost and broken she wished he had not found her He brought her in from the frigid cold Shattered the bonds that restrained her soul Vowing never to lie, nor

QUOTE OF THE DAY

Truth does not vacillate; it is always true. Whatever is true is eternal, and cannot change or be changed. Spirit is therefore unalterable because it is already perfect, but the mind can elect what it chooses to serve. excerpt: a course in miracles

SHADOWS IN GLASS

Not quite world renowned, yet still slightly famous His artistry revered among an extended circle of faithfuls All clamoring for entrance to behold the coveted treasures The beauty of his creations surpassed only by his vision Sometimes a window, sometimes a mirror Making one question their own perceptions Forcing them to look within rather than

DEFINING MOMENT

She just sort of sat there, thinking to herself, “Did that really just happen?!” Wondering if that was all there really was; and why, after all this time, even arguments were still one-sided. She asked him flat out, why he never talks to her, why there is absolutely no communication between them and why their

PARENTAL GUIDANCE

Science is defined as; a branch of knowledge or study dealing with a body of facts or truths systematically arranged and showing the operation of general laws: the mathematical sciences. Religion is defined as; a set of beliefs concerning the cause, nature, and purpose of the universe, esp. when considered as the creation of a

ON TARGET ON POINT

Dying a thousand deaths In the span of a single day As one gut-wrenching reality Overlaps the other When the blinding light Fades to black At the sound of Internal screams Waking to a nightmare Watching it unfold Her unlived life Nothing but a dream ©2011 Jill Terry

PAST THE POINT

Past the point Of no return She frantically searched The looking glass Seeing visions and images That weren’t really there A multitude of words Being backwards truths Wondering always If anyone knew Or even cared How she really felt She dropped the looking glass Shattering to the ground Catching sight of Alice The chase was

Dear Assclown,

Don’t know which corner of the world you’re dwelling these days, or perhaps hiding, confined or unwillingly restrained; doesn’t matter, because somehow I have faith this will find you… I know at the time I confirmed that you nailed me most eloquently, but I don’t know that I ever properly thanked you for it. I