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…
Day to day trip wire I'm walking it back and forth due to my navieté due to my vulnerability due to my insecuritieseven though the buzz has been mind numbing from time to time I have ignored the alarms blaring women's intuition off kilter trust your gut human instinct fight or flight saint or sinner sex …
I stood in sand let the cold sea water wash over my feet an ache in my chest rushas images of you and me danced above bitter sweet looking beyond the jetty I could see sailboats bending to the wind and as seagulls fly by I am envious of their freedomswhile musings the absenceof a …
A shooting star moment When reality crosses over From wishful thinking To the end of second guessing And it's in that momentEyes close several deep breathes A pause and a decision To let goTo make space for loveFor the possibility of loveAnd/or to acknowledge That the future is a solo trip And the journey Can …
I woke to the sound of the ocean waves gently rushing the shoreline seagulls songbirds and mourning doves for the first time in weeks my dreams weren't filled with angst and fret semi-peaceful reverie half remembered and half slipped away details gone the remnants of feelings are all that remain ambivalence similar to when a …
Tabula rasa mantra counting beads don't breathe exhale onlystreet scenes and water fountains the park feels familiar but it's all in the unknown and discovery he reaches for my hand as we walk intimacy between palms and fingers odd sensation but somewhat...welcomed © 2022 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
He left On the white feathered Wings of Angels On an uncharacteristically Warm fall night And as my world Like the bottom dropping out Or the proverbial rug being pulled From under my feet I drifted off Where nothing was real And nothing held life With fragile hands The way it once had Prayers became …
Throwing stones broken glass splinters Tiny pieces glisten catching sunlight Just before landing captured prisms Pressed between pages Leather embossed binding Sit on a shelf A distant corner Antiquated book store - Conscious Storage and Recollections Of Data Madame Rue placed a hidden message Page 444 thirty something years ago - man of your dreams …
Trip wire side step one foot on land the other wading in a tide rising and when you pass between my sense of reality and fantasy it's an old time black and white romantic comedy in slow motionme classic widow in black garb you handsome con-man hat in handintentional filter to soften imperfections but a …
Rain falls warm spring late night Street lights glistensWalking the avenue Pass a favorite rendezvous Grab a corner table outside A few minutes here or there Reaching across the tableTouching your face Flash back to when I believed ...in the possibility of love © 2022 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
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