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Christmas Eve

It’s a large room with an understated tree and multi-colored lights surrounding the crown molding; a collection of hand-carved Santa’s that I’ve been given every year for as long as I can remember, seemingly spreading good cheer everywhere you look. The presents have all been opened and there’s a few stray pieces of wrapping paper still on the floor; an empty box with a sleeping Stella nestled inside in a little white ball. The lights are dim, “The Thing” splaying horror across the giant tv and the four of us sitting around watching, laughing and sharing stories. It’s the best Christmas I’ve had in years and although I’m past the point of sleepy, I don’t want it to end. My parents, my son, in a room filled with love. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

– jillterry 12.24.18

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Monsters


Beast feeding Babe


Dragons and demons 

Creatures in my sky – 


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Contemplation

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As I walk along this sand covered patch of earth, the wind cool upon my flesh, bringing the waves to a crashing end, just inches from my feet; it’s hard for me to fathom that there are people dotting the same world, who woke to this day, hearts filled with hatred, souls set on death and destruction; under the same beautiful sun that kisses my skin even now.

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Of monsters and men

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When you stop behaving like a human being and cross over into monster territory, all human rights should be stripped away. At that point you become a lab rat; studied and dissected, until the answer to, “What the fuck is WRONG with people” is found.

Unless it simply boils down to some people being borne into the world with evil in their souls, in which case exorcism should become the norm and not a fictional hot topic for entertainment purposes.

Let’s face it; state sanctioned prison rehabilitation was not created to save lost souls.

That is all.

©2013 jill terry
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Wicked Webs

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Its fear that keeps him
Coming back

 …Watching
   …Waiting
     …Anxiety building

Fear of her unknown
Predictability
Of the truth exposed
Absolute

Tangled in webs
Spun of silver cords
Endless lies
Struggling internal

How did it all
Get so complicated
Over and over
His personal mantra

What he’s learning
About his ugly truth
It always follows
Wherever he goes

©2013 jill terry
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Truth, as seen through my eyes

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For my Grandfather, one of the wisest men I’ve ever known; whose knowledge was gained by the written word.

I love you, old man ❤


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