Biography of Terry halvorson
I write without a thought like reading paper without ink but the words are already their.
Terry halvorson's Works:
I got 2 published in this E magazine first issue and the secound issue.
Terry halvorson Poems
Hunting In The Dark
The twitter of a bird as it's perched on a tree is replaced by the faint whistle of a rocket fly-in over me the sound of a BOOM wakens me from my sleep
No Dress Code
Your words fall on soft ears I try to hear but the speed in which they hit is unknown to me
7 suns 7 moons 7 rings of gold circling you lost is your way 721 is the time of day
I cry without a single tear I bleed without a drope no one see or hears my thoughts I write in hopes of getting cought
As the warm weather heats the ground at my feet Donkeys shaking at their knees worked to death not given food to eat as they carry the load from the work day full
There Is More In Life.
No words to speak No ears to hear caught in the meadle some where between here
What Comes In Time
My dream isn't out here.... There is no one place to start thinking that you know everything. I loved living in a small world thinking that everything outside of it was so much better.. Running down a gravel road doing 100mph laughing at the thought that I could die... Getting drunk and wasting Time.. Life can hit you hard and stop in the blink of an eye. Paused, sitting.thinking what else is there in life... moments that seem like they don't matter but in fact Change the rest of your life.
Ten O'Clock At Night...
A fucking, hate that has no depth that has no color that has no limit.
With the press of a button I can tell you all my secrets that I hold inside I can share
yeah thats real easy the best part about life is the fact people think
If only I had cried in the rain then maybe I would not have went insane with a thousand and one looks yours is all it takes
As may I live so shall I die to all is what was gone forever just because.
A farm boy that doesn't sin fly's a kite in the wind only wishing he had wings so he could fly
Ash N Dust
IF TIME DOES NOT STOP WHEN DID IT START HOW BIG DOES IT HAVE TO BE BEFOR YOU CAN'T SEE
A Sand Glass
forks in the road change the paith
life goes through an hour glass
and as the sands of time pass by
one wonders if life will always
have a clear cut
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