terry smith : Writing

Stained Glass [ to love a fragmented soul ]

Stained Glass [ to love a fragmented soul ]

A Poem by terry smith


Our scars are ways to reveal usin braille of the fleshand the movementsof our psycheto be read by transient loversand distractionsfor melancholy souls..
Charcoal Lust

Charcoal Lust

A Poem by terry smith


You immersed yourselfin my ashen remainsagaincreating our own exquisite macabre renditionof Monet in monochrome watercolorsthe brilliance of your mast..
I can still hear her laughter

I can still hear her laughter

A Poem by terry smith


I can still hear her laughterThere is a seatnext to methat had been filledmost of my life......empty nowno one else can sit therenot that there isanyt..
Darkness falls

Darkness falls

A Poem by terry smith


On this night when darkness loomsas shadows cast upon my gloomthere seems to be within my rooma spiritdevoid of of human formto liveamongst my eternal..
Shadows

Shadows

A Poem by terry smith


Great pale orbthat shines it's lightmakes a monochrome worldof our nightshadows dancewith delightin the certaintythey are out of sightand as the new d..
13 steps to nowhere

13 steps to nowhere

A Poem by terry smith


13 steps to nowhereSometimes when the whiskey is gone& the air is cold & thick with silenceI caress the edge of the bladelike the flesh of a l..
Watercolor Daydreams

Watercolor Daydreams

A Poem by terry smith


My roof is leaking& all of mywatercolor daydreamsgot wetwhen the sun comes outI shall hang themfrom the clothes lineto dry
Mouth full of grit

Mouth full of grit

A Poem by terry smith


your chrysalis falls time it calls & shatters at my feet releasing you into the blue to be set free of me i take the shards shuffle the cards inje..
Red balloon in a blue sky

Red balloon in a blue sky

A Poem by terry smith


living in shadows of minefingertips run along consciousness wallsblocking out the sunI aimlessly walk the pathbuilt from a painful pastand a mistrustf..
Housekeeper

Housekeeper

A Poem by terry smith


She made the four corners of our bedlike she was shapinga tombstonegentlyshe smoothed outthe wrinklesso as not to disturbthe dead

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