Standing with arms out-stretched leaning into the wind my footing slips, eyes closed - images cascade just like a waterfall in slow motion, color burst; shades of blue one, two, three, four tumbling, tumbling; how can I ignore all that has passed from dirt to dust tossed into the air nothing more, nothing more than …
Category: Perceptions
Sisterhood
You might call me denigrating names Names, like sticks and stones Could break my bones Yet never truly touch me Names you would not call Your mother, sister, wife or daughter Or maybe, just maybe you would You could try to hold me back ...or attempt to hold me down And if by some cosmic …
Wooden Floor
Sunday morning powers out rain hits the windowpane in that way; that way that reaches deep, gut level memory lane emotional kick A familiar angst; familiar imagery blindsided mind over matter punch, a trigger, time-wind slap back crank You’re nothing more than a shadow cast across the table; a marionette of fate and foe, as …
Pull the Trigger
Yea, I can't quite shake the dreams that haunt me those images that play out slowly drag on black and white as if from another time another sliver between now and then a wedge between the past and the present moving forward is a monumental task and I'm spent man worn to the bone sitting …
Weekend
It's the weekend...end of the week beginning of the week long and short of it makes no sense beginnings or endings they all fall into neat little boxes with a top and a bottom a piece of cloud like fluff inside gently placed each emotion carefully tucked in, the corners soundly folded under the top …
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I haven't written haven't had words in the light of day come together harsh light spot light maybe because its a lie or half truth and the cosmos knows or some greater entity has a hook line and sinker on me my insincerity it's like a spot light a spot light harsh and unforgiving and …
Thread
Hanging on by a single thread silk woven bare bones And you ask why I don't cry or why I sleep walk instead Of resting dream like in my bed and all I can think about is how my hands ache Every time I walk past a grave site with granite stone shining bright There …
‘ Tis The Season
'Tis the season for holiday cheer for some it's an innate time of dread some glow from head to toe count down to that momentous day when the path of kings and gods alike collided a child born a story told carrying more than a few of the die harden Old Testament New Testament King …
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Deep breath, deep painfully deep - I inhale, count 1,2,3,4,5...5,5,5 chest aches holding more than oxygen in; exhale blowing out nothing more than possibilities for a better day, a bettter sense of wellness, a suitcase full of angst Memories are tiny clips, images wrapped within emotional set backs, images - a glimpse of things never …
Trilby Yates 