Terry White
A Mother's Decision
by Terry White
Two A.M.
I'm not alone,
but I can't sleep.
I need a bed like I've got.
she needs me bad,
just to hold her.
I make a pallet on the sofa.
I don't sleep.
I can hear her breathing,
but I'm not.
Cause tomorrow will pass,
sooner or later
and we wont be able to fix what we've done.
Six A.M.
The darkness passing.
There's still a shadow all around....
I'm not alone,
but I can't sleep.
I need a bed like I've got.
she needs me bad,
just to hold her.
I make a pallet on the sofa.
I don't sleep.
I can hear her breathing,
but I'm not.
Cause tomorrow will pass,
sooner or later
and we wont be able to fix what we've done.
Six A.M.
The darkness passing.
There's still a shadow all around....
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Sunday 6th November 2011 8:30 pm
Dinner Party
by Terry White
Tomorrow evening,
with supper and a smile,
I'll stay awake with the ghost
of the girl you used to be,
and talk shit about the girl
you are now.
with supper and a smile,
I'll stay awake with the ghost
of the girl you used to be,
and talk shit about the girl
you are now.
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Friday 28th October 2011 6:42 pm
Untitled
by Terry White
It’s so lonely,
making love to your memory,
in a way I could never make love to you.
I told you once I never loved you,
And I wasn’t lying.
But sometimes…
making love to your memory,
in a way I could never make love to you.
I told you once I never loved you,
And I wasn’t lying.
But sometimes…
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Friday 21st October 2011 4:54 pm
Untitled
by Terry White
Streetlight afterglow and headlights
Your world for a trip to Benton
And seventeen again.
Sure I know you,
But the bars overcrowded,
There’s no room for you tonight,
And I can’t take you home
Or to see my friends,
Because that’s all you'd need
To think you love me again.
Your world for a trip to Benton
And seventeen again.
Sure I know you,
But the bars overcrowded,
There’s no room for you tonight,
And I can’t take you home
Or to see my friends,
Because that’s all you'd need
To think you love me again.
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Sunday 16th October 2011 6:16 pm
Christmas Shopping
by Terry White
You in the yellow sun
wearing bronze on a Tuesday.
I stepped closer and touched your sword
while you tied your hair for battle.
How I envied you that moment,
a thousand drops of blood and a hundred lives
would pass through your hands before you die.
wearing bronze on a Tuesday.
I stepped closer and touched your sword
while you tied your hair for battle.
How I envied you that moment,
a thousand drops of blood and a hundred lives
would pass through your hands before you die.
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Friday 14th October 2011 5:27 am
Untitled
by Terry White
You said your name was Shelly when I met you at Long Beach.
And then, last year, when I saw you at Christmas in Daytona
You said your name was April.
You said you dyed your hair black to fit in with the Duchess.
Because you read in Fashion Weekly how she only liked dark hair girls.
It must have a been a long day that day in Houston.
It was windy here in Chattanooga.
But I still manage...
And then, last year, when I saw you at Christmas in Daytona
You said your name was April.
You said you dyed your hair black to fit in with the Duchess.
Because you read in Fashion Weekly how she only liked dark hair girls.
It must have a been a long day that day in Houston.
It was windy here in Chattanooga.
But I still manage...
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Wednesday 12th October 2011 4:59 pm
Eraser
by Terry White
I used to write for you.
That blank face I will never see.
Whose heart can still be touched,
Or face still knows the path to form a smile.
Who dreams a little dream of a time that should have been or never was
Or might have been ruined by the snow.
The one whose secret wounds were hard to satisfy.
I used to sing for you lovely songs.
You who live in that space between the rainbow a...
That blank face I will never see.
Whose heart can still be touched,
Or face still knows the path to form a smile.
Who dreams a little dream of a time that should have been or never was
Or might have been ruined by the snow.
The one whose secret wounds were hard to satisfy.
I used to sing for you lovely songs.
You who live in that space between the rainbow a...
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Monday 10th October 2011 6:19 pm
And After
by Terry White
There's a reason I have a picture of you
on the nightstand,
here comes the night,
let me dream.
I wish I could turn off
this old broken man and let the world see
how it is
after love.
No magic man, no smile,
no sinner in the palm of your hand,
just miles
to the nearest heart that could understand....
on the nightstand,
here comes the night,
let me dream.
I wish I could turn off
this old broken man and let the world see
how it is
after love.
No magic man, no smile,
no sinner in the palm of your hand,
just miles
to the nearest heart that could understand....
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Friday 7th October 2011 9:33 pm
Untitled
by Terry White
She stands there.
She's not smiling.
She knows.
I walk up and kiss her anyway.
Another sleepless night passes in Boston.
I cannot sleep either.
She's not smiling.
She knows.
I walk up and kiss her anyway.
Another sleepless night passes in Boston.
I cannot sleep either.
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Saturday 1st October 2011 8:36 pm
I Adore
by Terry White
I want you all to know
Edger Poe and his fairest Lenore
have nothing on me and the loathsome I adore.
We are as sheep in the pasture of time
and our shepherds name is love,
seeking guidance from above
in the stars we counted.
On our blanket on our backs
watching forever.
The little dipper was your favorite constellation
where you laid your foundation,
in the sky way up high...
Edger Poe and his fairest Lenore
have nothing on me and the loathsome I adore.
We are as sheep in the pasture of time
and our shepherds name is love,
seeking guidance from above
in the stars we counted.
On our blanket on our backs
watching forever.
The little dipper was your favorite constellation
where you laid your foundation,
in the sky way up high...
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Wednesday 3rd August 2011 6:02 pm
Break
by Terry White
Smile,
like it's the last time
you'll ever hear me say
I love you.
And pretend that last summer
wasn't the nightmare you remember,
that all pretty girls grow up
in pretty dresses
and Daddy loves them a life time.
So smile.
Never remember this night,
or the shocking realization
that all little girls grow up
to be whores or worse...
Fools in love with fools....
like it's the last time
you'll ever hear me say
I love you.
And pretend that last summer
wasn't the nightmare you remember,
that all pretty girls grow up
in pretty dresses
and Daddy loves them a life time.
So smile.
Never remember this night,
or the shocking realization
that all little girls grow up
to be whores or worse...
Fools in love with fools....
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Sunday 24th July 2011 3:44 am
Untitled
by Terry White
Pictures of you at the ocean
and when I saw them
They made me think your in love.
I can’t hate you for it,
You deserve a warm body to hold on to
As much as you deserve Paris in the springtime.
I wish you butterflies and dirty dreams
And kisses in the fall.
and when I saw them
They made me think your in love.
I can’t hate you for it,
You deserve a warm body to hold on to
As much as you deserve Paris in the springtime.
I wish you butterflies and dirty dreams
And kisses in the fall.
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Thursday 19th May 2011 12:38 am
Mel's Diner
by Terry White
Ten years ago
I walked into Mel’s Diner and saw you clearly for the first time.
The drugs, the angels, the voices, all quiet for the briefest moment
While my eyes found you.
I thought I heard god sigh.
Such a lovely girl
I walked into Mel’s Diner and saw you clearly for the first time.
The drugs, the angels, the voices, all quiet for the briefest moment
While my eyes found you.
I thought I heard god sigh.
Such a lovely girl
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Tuesday 17th May 2011 3:40 pm
Escape
by Terry White
Come now,
Our love is in the past,
so let me slip off to an Opera in Venice
without finding your face in the crowd.
Or walk down Saint Adams St. in the rain
and not smell your lilac perfume.
No mirror is safe for my hollow eyes.
they just serve to remind me that
tears from the heart stain pale cheeks
as surely as red wine stained your dress
at our wedding.
Let this be the end....
Our love is in the past,
so let me slip off to an Opera in Venice
without finding your face in the crowd.
Or walk down Saint Adams St. in the rain
and not smell your lilac perfume.
No mirror is safe for my hollow eyes.
they just serve to remind me that
tears from the heart stain pale cheeks
as surely as red wine stained your dress
at our wedding.
Let this be the end....
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Thursday 5th May 2011 7:54 pm
Tags: Escape
Don't Go
by Terry White
I saw the sun this morning, little dreamer-
I never died.
Would never die today, I just found you again.
The love letters on my desk remind me,
that once you were beautiful,
and there were songs to be
sung after dark,
and kisses so deep you could get drunk off the bourbon
remaining on my tongue.
Remembering is hard for me.
I cry sometimes,
sitting in my stillness
with a lovely...
I never died.
Would never die today, I just found you again.
The love letters on my desk remind me,
that once you were beautiful,
and there were songs to be
sung after dark,
and kisses so deep you could get drunk off the bourbon
remaining on my tongue.
Remembering is hard for me.
I cry sometimes,
sitting in my stillness
with a lovely...
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Tuesday 3rd May 2011 1:57 pm
Untitled
by Terry White
Your eyes tell me more than your lips have in a month.
So maybe I'm not as handsome as I was twenty years ago,
I could have learned that truth from any mirror,
did you have to let me know through him?
Was he a better man than I?
Could his hands that caressed you
carry you as far as I have,
would they be as equally gentle with our children?
His hairless chest might be a suitable p...
So maybe I'm not as handsome as I was twenty years ago,
I could have learned that truth from any mirror,
did you have to let me know through him?
Was he a better man than I?
Could his hands that caressed you
carry you as far as I have,
would they be as equally gentle with our children?
His hairless chest might be a suitable p...
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Monday 2nd May 2011 1:16 pm
Happily Ever
by Terry White
Happily ever...
after love,
after a tongue tied Tuesday morning lie,
and butterscotch remembered
on her breast.
After a simple pirate on Cupid seas,
and powdered snow
on her lip.
Happily ever...
after love,
after a bleached bleak loveless November,
and hollow eyes
on her face.
after love,
after a tongue tied Tuesday morning lie,
and butterscotch remembered
on her breast.
After a simple pirate on Cupid seas,
and powdered snow
on her lip.
Happily ever...
after love,
after a bleached bleak loveless November,
and hollow eyes
on her face.
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Thursday 21st April 2011 1:15 pm
Maybe Someday
by Terry White
Gypsy moon in a time of healing,
when there's nothing
left to heal.
"Put on your boots boys,
and your new suits,
Beau died last night
and they bury him in the morning."
Really makes you think about your life...
Sun spoken wishes
tested sweet on summer lie.
Busted borders,
wasted time.
We all need things,
want things, dream,
and sigh.
She smiles,
(I think o...
when there's nothing
left to heal.
"Put on your boots boys,
and your new suits,
Beau died last night
and they bury him in the morning."
Really makes you think about your life...
Sun spoken wishes
tested sweet on summer lie.
Busted borders,
wasted time.
We all need things,
want things, dream,
and sigh.
She smiles,
(I think o...
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Friday 15th April 2011 9:07 pm
Some Angel
by Terry White
Some Angel.
Brilliant rays of night
touching my skin,
and for a moment I'm OK,
like I never had to pray before,
like I never learned to cry...
And this bed,
and this angel,
they mean it all to me.
in this moment,
in this place,
where I ruled the world.
Some Angel.
Heart as warm as winter,
hair as soft as rain,
and for a moment I'm a virgin again,
like my whole...
Brilliant rays of night
touching my skin,
and for a moment I'm OK,
like I never had to pray before,
like I never learned to cry...
And this bed,
and this angel,
they mean it all to me.
in this moment,
in this place,
where I ruled the world.
Some Angel.
Heart as warm as winter,
hair as soft as rain,
and for a moment I'm a virgin again,
like my whole...
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Wednesday 13th April 2011 2:11 am
Little Boats in the Rain
by Terry White
You have so many special memories
or crowded rooms where your alone.
Open smiles, hidden tears.
Memories,
like childish fantasies that never played out right.
but then there's always Stanton Island
and little boats in the rain.
Summer days when winters
trying its hardest to change things.
Maybe somewhere you had a real friend,
someone who knew your name,
or named you.
Then...
or crowded rooms where your alone.
Open smiles, hidden tears.
Memories,
like childish fantasies that never played out right.
but then there's always Stanton Island
and little boats in the rain.
Summer days when winters
trying its hardest to change things.
Maybe somewhere you had a real friend,
someone who knew your name,
or named you.
Then...
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Thursday 7th April 2011 10:58 pm
Tonight
by Terry White
In pairs they tear their hearts out
for the nothing man,
they touch the sky with the same unyielding
passion
that one uses to touch it's face.
They - after milk no doubt
from the breast of god,
or some small crumble of faith
left on his lip.
They aren't master of their own time,
they are servants of fate.
So leave your cold, barren moon to
watch over those kingdoms...
for the nothing man,
they touch the sky with the same unyielding
passion
that one uses to touch it's face.
They - after milk no doubt
from the breast of god,
or some small crumble of faith
left on his lip.
They aren't master of their own time,
they are servants of fate.
So leave your cold, barren moon to
watch over those kingdoms...
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Saturday 2nd April 2011 5:06 pm
The Uninvited
by Terry White
Where's your mask baby?
You've come out from behind
that tarnished glass,
and your dying inside,
with your matchbox ticky tacky relationship,
and you pretend you don't want to run and hide.
So you play here.
Between the pages of the love
you never had,
always wanted,
but never had.
And you put on your strongest faces
trying to push me away.
Because I scare...
You've come out from behind
that tarnished glass,
and your dying inside,
with your matchbox ticky tacky relationship,
and you pretend you don't want to run and hide.
So you play here.
Between the pages of the love
you never had,
always wanted,
but never had.
And you put on your strongest faces
trying to push me away.
Because I scare...
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Tuesday 29th March 2011 2:43 am
Untitled
by Terry White
Melting into perfect pages
the way I forced myself on you
two decades ago,
I must step back and wonder,
have you gone mad with age,
or is this just some futile attempt
to rob me of an apology due?
Don't you remember?
I knew you when purple painted stars
adorned your door
and our secret needs were the fire
that lit your eyes.
When you dressed in Easter colors
and went fo...
the way I forced myself on you
two decades ago,
I must step back and wonder,
have you gone mad with age,
or is this just some futile attempt
to rob me of an apology due?
Don't you remember?
I knew you when purple painted stars
adorned your door
and our secret needs were the fire
that lit your eyes.
When you dressed in Easter colors
and went fo...
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Friday 25th March 2011 5:43 pm
Untitled
by Terry White
I drown in your whispers
they cut me inside,
I remember the only best day
in this unwanted life.
It was a lovely sunny blue day,
and I believed your lie.
That's not a good way to treat a man,
and you do it all the time.
If I say I'm leaving Sunday,
by Tuesday I'll be gone,
Friday I'll have another fallen angel
that I call home.
By Monday morning you'll be...
they cut me inside,
I remember the only best day
in this unwanted life.
It was a lovely sunny blue day,
and I believed your lie.
That's not a good way to treat a man,
and you do it all the time.
If I say I'm leaving Sunday,
by Tuesday I'll be gone,
Friday I'll have another fallen angel
that I call home.
By Monday morning you'll be...
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Thursday 24th March 2011 1:28 am
Summerset
by Terry White
And I pray you never see me
for what I am,
because years can change that.
And I'm older now,
so much for being older now.
And in that thick black smoke of Summerset
you'll never be able to see me.
I'm not born again,
but I'm free.
And I'm stronger now,
so much stronger somehow,
since that filthy black wind witch
lost another lover to the rain....
for what I am,
because years can change that.
And I'm older now,
so much for being older now.
And in that thick black smoke of Summerset
you'll never be able to see me.
I'm not born again,
but I'm free.
And I'm stronger now,
so much stronger somehow,
since that filthy black wind witch
lost another lover to the rain....
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Monday 21st March 2011 7:39 pm
A Single Night
by Terry White
So maybe I lied,
just a little,
when I said I'd give anything.
But, I was tempted by your dimples
and no one ever reminds a boy
that a single night wont last forever.
Later,
after morning breath
and a song.
I really could spend all day
drinking orange juice
from the bowl of your back.
Intertwined so completely
I'd need a map to tell
where my leg ends or yo...
just a little,
when I said I'd give anything.
But, I was tempted by your dimples
and no one ever reminds a boy
that a single night wont last forever.
Later,
after morning breath
and a song.
I really could spend all day
drinking orange juice
from the bowl of your back.
Intertwined so completely
I'd need a map to tell
where my leg ends or yo...
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Sunday 20th March 2011 2:53 am
Untitled
by Terry White
You startled me this morning,
opening the door on me and my new lover,
there was a pain in your eyes.
Hours passed like seconds in a Sunday lost in time.
Alone again, I thought I would
try a juvenile approach (half wasted) on writing.
My pen enjoyed the work,
but, my mind was somewhere else.
opening the door on me and my new lover,
there was a pain in your eyes.
Hours passed like seconds in a Sunday lost in time.
Alone again, I thought I would
try a juvenile approach (half wasted) on writing.
My pen enjoyed the work,
but, my mind was somewhere else.
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Thursday 17th March 2011 1:01 pm
Alice
by Terry White
Your name is as sweet as a paper scratch
I think your alright,
but, I wouldn't bring you home,
my porcelain dolls are jealous of fleshy white angels,
and I have a book to read,
and furniture to polish,
and love to make
-I'm behind my monthly quota on broken hearts-
so turn the radio up
and wake me before we hit Huston.
I'm sure I'll have to pee
and you know ho...
I think your alright,
but, I wouldn't bring you home,
my porcelain dolls are jealous of fleshy white angels,
and I have a book to read,
and furniture to polish,
and love to make
-I'm behind my monthly quota on broken hearts-
so turn the radio up
and wake me before we hit Huston.
I'm sure I'll have to pee
and you know ho...
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Wednesday 16th March 2011 6:44 pm
A Song for Breakfast
by Terry White
Tuesday,
like the thousand before,
or the thousand before
your eyes
Tasting that dread hope
of salvation
from the ocean
to the sky
Still, I dream,
stealing visions from children
who easily forget
that daddy never really mattered
momma never really cared
and I haven't either,
not in their waking hours.
Freedom,
and a solitary life,
the last sane wis...
like the thousand before,
or the thousand before
your eyes
Tasting that dread hope
of salvation
from the ocean
to the sky
Still, I dream,
stealing visions from children
who easily forget
that daddy never really mattered
momma never really cared
and I haven't either,
not in their waking hours.
Freedom,
and a solitary life,
the last sane wis...
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Tuesday 15th March 2011 11:01 pm
Ghost Writer
by Terry White
I screamed don't do it
from the third balcony window,
but it was too late.
You had already found his arms,
were dissolving into his chest.
And like that
I was just another ghost writer,
old lover,
poet that used to sing his songs for free....
from the third balcony window,
but it was too late.
You had already found his arms,
were dissolving into his chest.
And like that
I was just another ghost writer,
old lover,
poet that used to sing his songs for free....
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Tuesday 15th March 2011 12:43 am
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