Jill Terry

He fought cancer all alone and won the battle, at the tender age of twenty-one. He never knew who his real father was, and refused to bond with the string of husbands he watched his mother marry and divorce. He did a five year stint in Leavenworth Penitentiary, for a crime that he swears he [...]

Tags: addiction, choices, connections, dark deeds, death, demons, desperation, freedom, In Dreams, Life, marriage, memories, mystery, pain, short stories, suicide

Night falls
And the door of
Loneliness
Opens once more
Wandering thoughts
Leading deeper
Endless hours
Pass by idle
Tears born of
Frustration
Wanting so much
To believe
While truths falsities
Ebb and flow
Raging as the sea
To shed tears of happiness
Heart swollen with joy
From the gift of truth
Another should bestow
But what illusions spring
From a bounty of words
While reading the pages
Of one’s very soul
A beacon in the darkness
Wrapping round [...]

Tags: beasts, beauty, caged, connections, fear, freedom, hope, illusion, lies, loathing, loneliness, longing, lost, love, personal journey, truth, virtual reality, Writing

Today
I went walking
With the
Dead
That’s
What I like
About the
South

Tags: cemetery, death, freedom, Peace

Reading
Writing
Laughing
Loving
Sun shines
brightly
Sunday
Fun day
Finding that
Moment
Holding it
Strong
Hoping it
Lasts
A good long
Time….

Tags: balance, family, freedom, happiness, Life, light, living, love, Peace, sunday fun day

None of it matters
It was all just an illusion
My muse is simply snagged on a shadow
Working her way free…

Tags: darkness, freedom, healing, illusion, Life, pain, poetry, the hyena

Fear is something
We should not feel
To be set free
From the cage of steel
When the soul
Is set soaring
To endless heights
Of infinity
The other side
The unknown world
All we must do
Walk through the door
The blinding light
The piercing screams
None of it real
It’s all just a dream
The veil so thin now
As to be transparent
Time to wake up
Stop feeling the pain
Nothing but [...]

Tags: afterlife, death, fear, freedom, infinity, Life, love, perception, poem, poetry, unknown

The truth…
There is no truth nor are there any lies; only our own personal interpretations of how we perceive ourselves and the world around us. It wasn’t until she reached this point of clarity that she was able to set herself free; a butterfly on the draft of a solitary breeze.

Tags: courage, freedom, healing, loss, love, pain, perception, personal journey, poetry, strength

My books suck.
Regardless of reviews, accolades or awards, I was unimpressed; when for the first time ever, I sat down, opening each one at random and read. And so I’ve decided to pull them from distribution, thereby deeming them out-of-print forever.
They spoke to me once, those fictional characters, whose lives I created and intermingled, and [...]

Tags: books, freedom, getting free, starting over, This Writer's Life, Writing