4:54 AM

Thoughts abound My minds playground Body beyond exhaustion Somebody please tell me Where the FUCK Is the OFF switch ©2012 jillterry.com

Backtrack

She found herself traveling South on A1A Desperate now to get back To that place Hunting ghosts Slaying demons Searching for that lost Part of her self Since the door was slammed Locked down tight She was filed away On the back of a shelf Images unraveling With the hum of the miles A Technicolor

Poem-a-day No.6

Taillights dissolve Nineteen hundred Eighty seven Miles On the road Slaying ghosts Ⓒjillterry

Poem-a-day No.3

Emotion in Motion Fourteen hours of endless highway Thoughts ticking down the miles The journey is over Darkness calls Spirit settles I am done… Ⓒjillterry

Faded scars

I feel for her. Sort of. Maybe not so much. I want to warn her. Sometimes. Never mind. Let her learn the hard way. Would do no good anyway. Earn her badge among the ranks. Ugly scars like the rest of us wear. Or rather wore, I should say. Mine are gone now. How about

Boulevard of the Bizarre

It’s like an alternate universe One that makes my skin crawl Though I know it shouldn’t Still I can’t help my self Littered with the the dregs of society And side show carnival freaks Where the Twilight Zone meets the Dark Side It’s the Boulevard of the Bizarre Don’t know where they come from Where

Hypocritic Bullshit

So tired of people… Screaming for love When there’s no love In them Crying foul When they cheat At every turn Pointing a finger Casting the Blame Refusing to take Responsibility For actions all Their own Refusing or Unable A sure sign Of the true Make-up Is it any Wonder I chose this Path of