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SB Terry© New Style

You misled me to this place where our souls became one. Shivers down my spine, now fused together, no matter where life takes us, you'll be with me for all time. -intentions s.b. SB Terry© New Style
With just one gulp, I awaken to the memories of her hands cupping the sides of my face while gracing me with her soft kiss, and the way her lips lingered on mine. -his thoughts s.b. SB Terry© Photo Quotes SB Terry© New Style
When writing poetry you become someone else. A free person. -transformation. SB Terry© New Style
Hidden inside of him lives a kind-hearted, intelligent soul who tries to live his life in the fog of chaos. -son s.b. SB Terry© New Style SB Terry© Photo Quotes
My pen is with me always. There's no promise my words will be always beautiful or even inspiring. I write what moves me. I find peace in my poetry. -escape s.b. SB Terry© New Style
Back then. Onslow county. Same place. Same time. Both men met her. Different places. Different times. One man remembered all of her. To the other she had been invisible. They both came to love her. One briefly. One always did and maybe still. In the end the outcome was the same. -pain s.b. SB Terry© New Style
Let the poems take you to the places you wish to be. Let them carry you away. -imagine s.b. SB Terry© New Style
Your laughter floats through my open window from somewhere far off; like chimes on a porch caught by a light breeze. -him s.b. SB Terry© New Style
Limited words. Digital birds. Tweets abound. Holding ground. -Twitter s.b. SB Terry© New Style
In my easy chair. Windows wide open. Singing birds. The perfume of books on the shelf. Sipping morning coffee. -on a good day s.b. SB Terry© New Style
Lips made for kissing. A mouth whispering promises impossible to be kept. -intentions s.b. SB Terry© New Style
You and the poems you write have a lot in common. -Passion s.b. SB Terry© New Style
I try to write. Spilled ink. Torn pages A crumpled up heart. But love has nothing, believe me, nothing to do with it. -closure. SB Terry© New Style
In this winding and twisted life. There was one straight line to being free. Now only a dead end. -reckless s.b. SB Terry© New Style
Most days I fade into a quieter place, in a calm and peaceful trance. Living life behind the scenes. Now I have the chance. Only a few have the power to entice me back into the world to dance. -ambivert s.b. SB Terry© New Style
How many times will I fall for you, drunk on your charm. Our sea of desire and the secrets held on our lips. -I'll never tell s.b. SB Terry© New Style
For years the sense of awakening has been simmering inside of her. The stronger it gets, the tighter she holds it. She hopes with nurturing it will continue to grown into a place that is finally her own. That it will finally be her time to travel further and see views from mountain tops. She doesn't want to let go, it's the only hope she has that her time will come. -obligation to choices s.b. SB Terry© New Style
Every person has at least one poem inside of them. -search s.b. SB Terry© New Style
Sing to the trees. Polish the stars. Feed the moon. Bathe the ocean. -care s.b. SB Terry© New Style
The long drive through the longest state. Replays of the music, the conversations, and the touch of your hand on mine, they sit with me through many a night. Our times we're so short, sometimes I'm not even sure they were real. -from here to there together s.b. SB Terry© New Style
The once worn elopement sundress now enhanced, hangs there never to be worn again. Never will she feel the same way about her marriage. -church wedding s.b. SB Terry© New Style
In this winding and twisted life. There was one straight line to being free. Now only a dead end. -reckless s.b. SB Terry© Photo Quotes SB Terry© New Style
Poetry is about starting from the past and working your way to the now. Knowing it. Breathing it. Touching it. Accepting it. Poetry is the healing of wounds. -rebirth s.b. SB Terry© New Style
They tried. Wrath came calling. He was afraid. He wasn't equipped to handle the fallout. Doomed to be star-crossed lovers until death do they part. -timing s.b. SB Terry© New Style
Sometimes I need to be alone. Away from people. I read them well. I hear their words. I can see deep into the window of their eyes. I grow tired. -ambivert s.b. SB Terry© New Style
The question haunted her As to what she should do. Could she ever again sleep soundly in the arms of the stranger she knew all too well? -distrust s.b. SB Terry© New Style
He says he feigns love for her. Each night he contentedly turns down the covers as the overbearing one tucks him under. He has his things. He has his life. He waits to see if she will give him a surprise. Does he even know what love implies, or is he making the best of an outright lie? -only he knows s.b. SB Terry© New Style
Years from now, they will know about you. They will read about us. The fire and the ashes. -if s.b. SB Terry© New Style
You can find me in the shadows of reality living without a specific identity. -invisible s.b. N SB Terry© New Style
I’m sated well by books and writing, but my curiosity craves much needed adventure. -wanderlust s.b. SB Terry© New Style
In a small town she made the best fried chicken and baked the best bread. In all the world unknown to any except her kin. -cotton s.b. SB Terry© New Style
Why can't I credit you for staying with the indiscreet longer than any before? Love. Obsession. Insanity. There are no answers. -love affair s.b. SB Terry© Photo Quotes SB Terry© New Style
Murky waters. Mysteries. Ghosts forever haunting my history... -my maternal ancestors SB Terry© New Style
Love the ocean and the rivers. They are never afraid to touch you even at your worst--with a broken heart and a tattered soul. Renew and cleanse. The streams will love you better than those who should have loved you more. -water s.b. SB Terry© New Style
As a child I was quiet, but I was not blind. All the thunder I held inside. I had the eyes of someone far too wise. -old soul s.b. SB Terry© New Style
It's time to flirt with the moon, the sun's not in charge today. -eclipse s.b. SB Terry© New Style
You are forever your own mystery. There is more to you than you can see. -scary potential s.b. SB Terry© New Style
For you I am meshing words together to weave a soft and meaningful bridge that can help you cross over into empathy for self. -word meshing s.b. SB Terry© New Style
Echoes within these solemn walls softly murmur of dreams undone. -lost s.b. SB Terry© New Style
Solitude and wine, while tonight I wonder why. Surrender the questions to the wind and let the nostalgia take me to the places we have both once been. -missed call s.b. SB Terry© New Style
Time is moving quickly. Life is changing. She has to accept it, but she's tired. She doesn't want it to be so. She just wants time to crawl like the lonely days of her youth. -aging s.b. SB Terry© New Style
Poetry and the sea. -heaven SB Terry© New Style
It's alright if you go. It was all about you from the start. You were only a tourist in a fantasy land of plenty. Plenty of love. Plenty of romance. Plenty of adventure. The ride was over, your ticket expired. It was time to go back to your reality. -vacation from reality s.b. SB Terry© New Style
Loving someone who doesn't love themselves is a constant battle of wits. Be on your guard. The self-hatred is in their blood and in their bones. -conflict s.b. SB Terry© New Style
I curled up against your secrets and kept you safe. It was your carelessness that gave it all away. After that day I was never free, yet you will forever blame me. -careless whispers s.b. SB Terry© New Style
To live in two different worlds. One filled with agony and pain. The one that sustains. The other with laughter and smiles, but only for awhile. One lasts too long the other is the best wrong. -torn s.b. SB Terry© New Style
Quiet mornings and coffee. Frustration walks down the stairs. Back are all your cares. Frustration walks out the door. Leaving you churning. Finding a way to let the calm pour. -everyday s.b. SB Terry© New Style
Troublemakers... they serve a purpose. They show us things we don't want to see. There was trouble before them and there will always be trouble with or without the... Troublemakers. SB Terry© New Style
Fragile strength. A steadfast dreamer. Head in the clouds. A soul that is alive. -me SB Terry© New Style
All we really needed was my favorite wine, your favorite beer, a little bit of poetry, scribblings on the moon, and music full of hope. -days gone by s.b. SB Terry© New Style