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…
It was one of those summer teenager nights lost in the abyss of "can't recall." What happened? Where am I? Who am I? And whyam I waking up on the beach wrapped in a blanket in my bathingsuit (thankful I wasn't naked)? The sun is rising. Seagulls are flying low enough for an early morning …
I walk the streets where you used to live; the city you thrived in The city you fell in love with; the city that set you free while at the same time crippling you - taking away any sense of coherency But, you, you were alright, you were a shining star; you were on fire …
He writes about birds flying over the marsh looking for prey A broad wing hawk soaring near the tiny airport that sits high in the middle of the island It is a divine messenger, you are protected Northern sea fowl diving in chilled waves Seals resting on rocks; a pure sense of nature, God and …
The sound of footsteps shuffle by slow drag on the left side some memories linger like a full kiss soft lips boy sitting under a full moon church yard by the lake Parisian night smell of canvas and oils - chalk images outline nude figures hands of romance radiant eyes your touch was all I …
The days, shorter now - nights longer... Appearing darker than the norm Without the slightest hint of an artists color Creative minds freeze dry skyline falls flat With just a glaze of sepia But, only around the rough edges And I have a hole in my one size fits all Italian handmade 100% cotton shirt …
I take words like a source of energy spinning them into a beautiful telling novella emotional roller coaster ride power ball spin into the heavens They have no beginning, they have no end I gently lay them out on a vaporous black velvet texture-less veil the words pop like firecrackers sparks fly intentions soar and …
Trilby Yates 