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…
What happens when time slips and echos turn into soft murmurs that you don’t recognize any longer but there is something familiar in the wind the way it skims gently across your cheeks tussles your hair playful what happens when you are humming a tune but can’t remember the words or the name of the song but you know you always loved it what …
I am not merely made up of the past, the present, potential future; flesh and bone - I am emotions, sensations, feelings, vibrations. the wind or lack of.I am the unknown. the object of your affection. occasional rejection. sequential reflection; yet you do not know me - ©2023 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
I was that skinny girl the one with the pixie cutthat couldn't breathe in a crowded roomwhose favorite story is still Rapunzel ©2023 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
The day seeps in with glimpses of a slow sunrise and the sound of waves crashingFor a moment my heart feels full and moves from my sleeve to the center of my chestSand beneath my feet; salt in the air, I take what I can...a deep breath in and a slow blow outYou will never …
Peaceful reverie surrounds me as you whisper gently words of love and reassurance The wind blows and as the evening settles my heart is open to you and all that is to comeYou ask if love has always been kind All I can say is love is love is love ...and it's the possessors and …
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 …
Trilby Yates 