In truth

He could no longer see the goodness, feel the warmth from the light that emanated from within her; no longer cared or believed her claims of love. For the vile hurtful words of truth penetrated deep, daggers slung with precision, straight to the heart. But instead of pulling them out and assessing the damage his

FORCED ENTRY

I don’t know what’s happening to me I don’t know why it’s happening I don’t know this person I see my self becoming Who is this Stranger I feel lurking inside me The one that rises up From some secret blackened pit Ripping through the veil Snatching me by the soul Bounds and gags me

SMOKE & MIRRORS

None of this is real It’s all just illusion When I wake I will find my self Living my unlived life Life unlived my living Self my find will I Wake I when Illusion just all its Real is this of none ©2011 Jill Terry

Truth Defined

If I hadn’t Loved him So Much My loathing Wouldn’t run So Deep © jillterry

Death Trap

She doesn’t seek his memory, it just comes creeping; and when it does, that’s all there is. Its nothing to do with fear or inspiration; building a fan base that was there long before he was; or anything at all for matter of fact. For who would dream of seeking such hurt. Its simply a

Depiction

There comes a certain “feel,” no matter where you happen to be, whenever his thoughts turn in your direction. It starts at the basic level of the flesh; like the cool breeze on a crisp autumn night; tantalizing and chilling all at once. Your blood pressure rises, heart rate increases, as he sends invisible waves

Lockdown

  Echoes swirl Through hallowed Halls Bouncing off doors Inside my soul Meaningless words Wrapped in Illusion A singular voice Bent on spiritual Intrusion Bolt the door Against his Dark Shut my eyes Seek thy Light © jillterry

Means to an end

With old patterns faltering in the wake of time, serving him less and less; desperation creeps, then slowly sets in. Searching for something real to cling to; in a world of illusion and cheap parlor tricks; of which he created and has always dwelled. Better to be an imaginary somebody, than a real no body;

Collective fear

I feared the words He spoke were truth Of me About me In spite of me Because He knew me Because I let him Because I wanted him to Like none other Before or after Deeper Better To the core Then left to wonder If he knew me At all © jillterry