Being of the seaRules the underworld in all her repulsive glory Unbeknownst to those afloatShe awaits their unknowing call Answers like a siren calledEmerging from the water breathtaking than everHer beauty hypnotic as it is a facadeHer voice finely aged wine as it is a poison’s maskA mirage passing as an oasis to a thirstyContinue reading “siren of the sea”
Author Archives: TerryFied
In my poetry is my catharsis,
my attempt to personify my anger and pain;
not because I have no joy,
but because pain pulls at my pen more
Hercules
I met Hercules On my way to hell, He was in war garb Ready to conquer and win I was dressed in sack cloth Ready to die and perish forsaken to Hade’s Underworld I met Hercules Straight and strong I was feeble as a twig He was a jolly sight Talked me into the nightContinue reading “Hercules”
Lucid
Lady of the ton walks alone Head bent lowShame around her head a halo Lady of the ton walks aloneHands fisted on airFeet hitting a lonely staccato on the grey sidewalk Lady of the ton looks at the city mirrorsHer wet eyes they mirrorHer lonely visage a deep contrast to whiles ago Lady of theContinue reading “Lucid”
Turbulence
She has been lying in bed since summer ended. Sufjan Stevens her choice of company. Replaying Fourth of July, she closes her eyes and draws deeper into her covers. She wants to sleep again. Sleep and not be disturbed. That is why her phone is on flight mode. Her friends already know she is notContinue reading “Turbulence”
Breaking strings
12am on a Monday. It feels hot, is it just today? My covers are already too disorganized. I don’t care. I’ve just discovered Isak Danielson, he’s emptied my night’s tear glands. Should I send you his playlist? He sings what I wanted you to hear, but was too disoriented to be clear. If he comesContinue reading “Breaking strings”
Charmer
They called him Charmer Tail wagging, forked tongue out, he’d slither around the jungle, doing what he did best, charming Fangs hidden, he’d smile at them. And the dove Oh the dove, she believed him He’d slither up the tree, singing her praises He loved her coat, her beak, her delicate nature He loved herContinue reading “Charmer”
Tied
Why don’t I leave?…. That’s a hard question to ask someone who embraces pain and surrounds herself with it. Someone who frequently raises the “pain is part of life” card. Someone who chooses to remember the good that was instead of seeing it for what it really was. A facade. When we got together, MikeContinue reading “Tied”
For Self-reliance
Originally posted on Life, Love & Motherhood:
There is Terry. Young woman with a lot of ideas, a kind soul with easy laughter and a keen eye. She writes beautifully, from poetry to prose. There is this upsurge of emotions she makes me go through whenever I indulge in her pieces. The feeling you get…
So long a thought
As I write this, I’m curled up at the end of this sofa, the one against the wall. It is farthest from humanity, my little nook. I can only hope I’ll write everything without mother summoning me to do something, without dad asking to know why his phone was on vibration? I washed clothes today.Continue reading “So long a thought”
Drawn
He’s heaving above me. The only other sound in the room is the slap of his skin against mine. I look at the ceiling, my hands by my side. What would my mother in the village think? What would my local church think? Goodness! I would scandalize my mother, she wouldn’t hear the end ofContinue reading “Drawn”
Darkness and light 