Perpetuation

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In a word ~ RUN

You frolicked gaily at the masquerade Swooned like a schoolgirl at a hit parade Reaching and conversing throughout the day Thinking to yourself you can do this thing Clueless to what you’re setting yourself up for A genius IQ does not smart this one make It makes him cunning and wickedly dangerous Numerous casualties left

Fated

What’s written in the stars cannot be changed by the hearts and whims of man ~ ©2013 jill jillterry.com

It’s too late

We both knew it had to end Couldn’t go on the way it was One of us had to say stop I couldn’t find the will or strength And now that he’s gone Turned his back and walked away I find my self wanting to tell him All the things he needed to know All

In this silence I believe…

First cut Solar Plexus Vertical toward Crown Counterclockwise he travels Adding three more Meticulously concentrated With precision skill Graceful fluidity Masking exerted energies Intently confident A master at his craft Superior abilities balanced with Sheer will and determination This perfect stranger Fate forced upon my path Whose concern I feel Compassion openly shown Determined to

Reawakening

Detached I had become From all that surrounds me Seeing things from a skewed and twisted perception Seeing – but not through my own eyes Focusing on nonsensical aspects Letting the truth slip away Allowing myself to free fall Because of it Then the long dark cloud blew in Forever looming – blocking out the

Stop, Pause, Rewind

It had been a week since they buried their eldest son; something that no parent should ever have to do. She sat alone in the den, her husband having long since gone to bed. There wasn’t much communication; it seemed there was nothing left to say; only grief, sadness and deafening silence hung between them.

Absinthe Wishes and Lithium Dreams

He wanders aimlessly through worlds of destruction; mist colored mountains, too blinded to see. A victim of self-induced misfortune, an inflicter of pain. Endless. Eternal. Walking through the flames, wearing the scars like badges of honor; baptisms of fire consecrated in vain. Infinite lifetimes spent. Second-hand knowledge attained. Wasted on this tortured mind; soul hollowed