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Terry

I am here for Dating, Serious Relationships, Friends and Networking

About Me


"Quicksand is totally real!"
Its all about me, but most of it lies. If you are interested in anything, please let me know.
A.)I am a work in Progress. 2.)If you want to know something about me, ask.
I ask for advice and the dead teach me things I already thought I knew. I ask for advice as I lay myself down. I ask for God to show me things of forgiveness and rage. He, who was the heart, leads me to a place long lost among the purple mountains. Below where Eagles and Angels fly. The air is thick and dark as night moves on from the night before. A rotten house of a home sits in the glen. A thicket of briers and thorned things keeps the pathway well concealed. He teaches us still, because I am not alone, even though he no longer lives. He teaches us to close our eyes and breathe the world in. I can see the spirits, tiny orbs of supernatural luminescent light. They are few inside the walls but their voices can be heard as they float by. We leave their hauntings inside as we travel another trail. Outside the sky is full of stars, but stars composed of souls long departed that float through the wreckage. They fill up the sky and reach high into the heavens. Concealing the beauty that God intended. More lives lost than all the stars in the galaxy. It’s a wonderful sight. It’s a wonderful night. This is what he shows me when I ask for advice. This is what I see when I ask questions about me.
So I search for people that will inspire this inside me. In my waking life, I search for those golden souls. I search for that spark that you don't know until you see it starring back at you. And if I can't find it in my waking life, I search the realm of dreams. There are so many things that we do not know, and when I close my eyes, I don't go to sleep to dream. I search the world of man, and one slightly different for everything that I wish to see. Everyone that was meant for me. I can't deny that people come into our lives for reasons, figuring it out is the hard part. If every drop of rain had a life, had a voice, would it end when it shattered against the cold hard ground? Or would it change into a thousand tinier voices as it separates. And then, once all the rain has bleed into the ground and seeped into the river, what then does it sound like? One bellowing, and booming voice? One ethereal tone? One maniacal laugh that haunts our bones?
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My Interests

Art, Music, Sports, People, Animals, Books, Men, Women, Aliens, Unicorns, Cheese, Food, Journals, Dreams, Uniguins, etc etc . . .Aerial Uppercut of the Drunken Squirrels

I'd like to meet:

the british.

Music:

Damien Rice, SIA, Madonna, Brooke White, James, Gwen, Howie Day, Coldplay, Weezer, Kosheen, James Blunt, Phoenix, Bad Pop, Good Pop, Jet, The Killers, Lily Allen, The Feeling, Kelly Clarkson, Lifehouse, The Bravery, Anna Nalick, Christina, Paulo Nutini, Moby, The Bedingfields, Aerosmith, Rufus Wainright, Johnny Cash, Bob Dylan, The White Stripes, Boys With Guitars, Girls With Pianos, Tori, The Feeling, Gavin Degraw, Bonnie Tyler, Pete Yorn, The Shins, Frou Frou, KT Tunstall, Regina Spektor, Rilo Kiley, Lizzie West, Get set Go, The Killers, Death Cab For Cutie, Radiohead, Aqualung, Ryan Adams, Juno Soundtrack, Sheryl Crow (LOL), Gary Jules, etc . . .

Movies:

I'm not even gonna try real hard. I have one for every day or at least every mood. Harry Potter 3 and 4, LOTR, Moulin Rouge, CLOSER, Love Actually, Star Wars, and I'm done. I usually don't like to watch scary movies alone!

Television:

"Picture it. Saint Olaf, 1913...""Martha Stewart is a witch. No one could do that much deco podge without the help of dark magic"

Books:

All the ones I've written and still have yet to write.

Heroes:

Just good old fashioned people... no myths here.

My Blog

T.V. Changed my Life.

The Show that changed my Life. I know it probably shouldn't have, but some things we simply cannot control. It was years ago, too many for me to remember, but timing isn't everything. Even irrelevancy...
Posted by Terry on Sun, 22 Jun 2008 03:04:00 PST

Coffee and Time

So here we sit. Steaming mugs of caramel coffee in our hands. The smoke twirls around our faces and we listen intently as the water drips into the sink. The neighbors leave for work, but still we broo...
Posted by Terry on Sat, 21 Jun 2008 01:58:00 PST

The Lies Boys Tell

Usually they start over a drink. Just one at first. Then another and the words begin to flow so smooth. I smile, and sometimes I pretend to be a little shy. By the end of the night, they've already fo...
Posted by Terry on Sat, 21 Jun 2008 01:28:00 PST

Represent.

And Now that I realize, you pulled the wool over my eyes. How naive do you think I am? How long did it take all this to begin. And I'm sure that it's ok, somewhere in that brain of yours, for all of t...
Posted by Terry on Mon, 16 Jun 2008 01:21:00 PST

Something in a whisper.

The world is made up of things I fail to comprehend. I toss and turn. I look for secrets that scamper away into shadow and fog. When I close my eyes I see this wooden bridge. A bridge I helped to buil...
Posted by Terry on Sun, 25 May 2008 11:42:00 PST

Difficult, and time consuming.

Difficult, and time consuming. 5.13.08It is. It is difficult. It is time consuming and I don't know which way to turn. I don't know how to blow the hatch and I just want to run. I feel the need to esc...
Posted by Terry on Wed, 14 May 2008 10:08:00 PST

Throwing my weight around

::With a little help from Damien Rice::It's a difficult place. A difficult time. I'm not what you mean to me and you keep pulling me down. What I am to you is not real. What I am to you, you do not ne...
Posted by Terry on Mon, 12 May 2008 11:03:00 PST

Inequality

I have been frazzled. I have been frail. I have been fearful and quiet as the winds rage outside my window. I'm tired of defending things that hold no substance or truth. Things keep slamming into my ...
Posted by Terry on Thu, 08 May 2008 11:04:00 PST

Raccoon tails

Once upon a time. The clock is broken. The way is shut. Do you see the rainbow, just beyond the clouds. Writing tiny tragedies. He was a shiny gimcrack of a man. Just a tad too touchy. A little too de...
Posted by Terry on Sat, 03 May 2008 12:08:00 PST

Happy Birthday Baby

I feel this way because I must. I feel this way because it is what it is. I barely feel at all. Neglected. All alone. Left to my own devices. Lost to the machinations of the sea. I've waited for the m...
Posted by Terry on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 09:46:00 PST