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…
Bouquet of flowers placed on my work bench satin ribbon tied in a bowsterling silver and gems set neatly to the sidea message a thank you note...you were terrific last night a heart with an arrow drawn throughoffenders artistic camouflage pinned to the sleeve of my jean jacket never forget - insidious memory he walks …
twilight clouds roll in wind is a lull but not enough to keep the angst at bay or discomfort within my own skin cutting like a knife to my core slip knot hanging from the rafters and what was worn on my sleeve like a badge of purity faith and honor has been severed and …
Snow falls covering the river and for a moment as hours pass endless imagery for the weary a respite a touch of awe and delight the beauty reaches deep into my chest encompassing it a gentle massage to the heart keeping the beat rhythm-atic so not to grow cold - from the inside out the …
Deep breath in; now, blow, blow, blow Reluctance sits uncomfortably in the middle of my chest my heart beat skips and races like a petulant child and each day moves me one day further from the source of my discomfort, lack of intuition, sense of betrayal and loss I ponder less and less what was …
How far down the rabbit hole dare I go When moment to moment emotions go from Not giving a fuck to loathing Disbelief, numb to heart broken I know what true grief is and this isn't that Death isn't a choice unintentional heartbreak Walking out is a decision intentions are clear This is somewhere between …
Skyline sunrise, sunset; distant star off to the left shines bright Wisdom goes hand in hand with missteps and slit wrists; a metaphor to describe and convey the impact - dramatic effect and such Sleepless nights, slow mornings, afternoons turn into evenings without incident And when memories dance about it's as if some cruel entity …
Ode to the single woman with a hammer and box cutter Lifting, pushing, slicing, unpacking - duct tape is the enemy A neck and neck tie with the quiet moments That slip between each half assed unfinished ENDLESS task - epitome of hyperbole It's the down side of up awash the shift Daily itinerary and …
Off the grid hanging on by a mere thread And what goes around comes around Full circle makes my head spin - takes my breath away When the past rears its angelic head Emotions tap dance with absentee partners Now and then all the best intentions Turn from blue skies to a storm brewing I …
....thinking back don't give a damn about so many things that used to be paramount to this vehicle this lump of flesh and bone saltwater draw like a fish I could jump in leap of faith no wings of better angels fluttering in the perfection of a sea breeze just the magnification of gills lung-esk …
Trilby Yates 