My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
October blows in like a wounded animal screaming profanities of pain and discomfortand I'm under the covers, a frightened child with my own wounded psyche lost in the sound of the wind whispering the Hail Mary, Hail Mary, full of grace full of grace, Our Father who...full of grace, the Lord is with thee Our …
You ask me to marry you Sand under our feet as we walk the beaches Love and laughter; your hand in mineStarlight, starlight so very bright A full moon rising in the center of the sky We stand together while the wind blows Well wishes, a vow of forever and always A promise for all …
He whispers something or other as if magically my heart will open to things forgotten and with each word stirs memories better left in a pine box six feet under and wisdom is more or less a forgiveness of past sins I wrap myself in a silk kimono and slip back into his arms where …
Another unnecessary App another dollar drops into the billionaire abyss my rational is a lack of sleep too many nightmares love luster screw-ball mistakesand even though I can give advice all holy and righteous my ability to heed my own words is zero to less thanso winner or loser lover or friendfalling between the cracks …
The wind blows across the harbor And I'm aware the feel isn't the same No east coast bend or sudden slap Across the face gusts or galePacific Ocean has an opposite vibration It rattles to the bone; shakes the docks it doesn't rollAnd a shadow from the past hovers It doesn't dance or shimmy around …
We have a conversationSame old same old Yet, it never passes the test of timeMy mother won't hold my hand But she told me she would always love me...onceWords spoken dead of night dreams illuminate She comes to me in a haze of clouds A heavenly sound; flutter of angel's wingsI hesitate to remain emotion …
If passion were a color We would be wrapped In-between the awe ofPrimary and shadowThe morning light Peaks through the clouds The canyon has an echo bounce But I can never hear the rain You warn be carefulDon't fall out of the window I laugh and move closer to you The only thing I'm afraid …
Heading home early morning; sun's up but I haven't seen the rise Uber cuts across the avenue, traffic lights blinking out of syncAnd I am drowning once again in the turning of an emotional tideStill sleepy six blocks and counting Hudson River morning ferry And there's a vibration in the center of my chest where …
Sun rises above NYC - glorioushot pink splashing across the sky with fingerprints of a lingering nightand I'm stumbling around like some kind of innocent still asking the same questions and still wondering whymaybe it has more to do with the bend in me than the way the world spins slightly off kilterwhite knuckling burn …
Trilby Yates 