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…
You and mewe come together in the dark of night I close my eyes and drift offYou feel like a dream And I'm still waiting for someone to touch my heart in the purity ofa morning's light I'm dancing on the edge of something so beautiful waiting waiting for you...who ever you are © 2022 …
I walk in the tall grass that grows on the ocean's edge To feel Feel more connectedEach step brings me closer to the source of my hearts own beat As the grass glides between my fingers it's as if the heavens above are opening up to let me in with all my imperfections all my …
One in the sameUniquely similarUncomfortably familiarMoving full circleLike it or notIt is what it isWho's whoAnd what's whatNarcissistic dialogueOne of a kindFeedback loops aroundChoking someFreeing othersFind your niche babyHip Hop BobbysoxerBohemianBeat GenerationHobo BansheeHippieHipsterGen X Y Z AlphaShacking upHanging outFree loveFriends with benefitsFriends of friendsAcquaintanceStrangersOne night standHit and runBlind dateHooking up What the fuckAll I know …
Three flights up, surround sound and sunlight Views of one of the, if not, the most amazing city in the world Depends on which side of the Hudson one lands Shades pulled up and she spends several minutes A sad attempt to make them even - Angel dust floats aboutShe believe in Angels; rather than …
It's the turning of a key in a lock already broken The shattering of windows blown out glass Family photographs and baby dolls Blood seeps between the cracks of linoleum floors Layers of life like the traditional honey cakeReminders of how fragile independence can beLingering to the east a sentiment to destroy Off in the distance …
Morning sun rises in the east; pinks and golden light gently wash over sand and sea, leaves fall, drops of dew glistening with song, sea grass bend with ease.I close my eyes feeling warmth on my skin. Safely I sway. Branches reaching bare boned fingers of Father Time wisdom pointing to a euphoric sensation touching …
Half way between here, there and everywhereSparks of interest; dousing the flame...and the Circle Line has the 2nd best viewOf a city of sleepwalkers, daydreamers - Svengali’s and the likeBut I was mistaken when I thought I sawThe span of the greatest bridge in the worldIn your eyes - even though I never noticedIf you …
You and me, pink shades gazing into a mirrored poolWater smooth as glass, no reflection just a bounceIt's 4 a.m. footsteps are like a whimper in the nightAnd when the sun rises, all of my angstAll of my failures drift like the distant soundOf a lover stepping off without noticeA kiss, repetitive words...call you later …
Your words, he mutters...are a cloak. A dull knife. And the only difference between you and a novice - condescending sighYour dark eyes speak louder than your words.Put pen to paper and let them undress you.He brushes against my left side As he walks away the space dissipates. He utters softly...my dear © 2022 TrilbyYates …
Trilby Yates 