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…
The dance; slow, seductive willful - a waltzeach time I melted into the grove with ease intuition, twinges of betrayal - dissipatethe way the sun would rise; radiance, hope questa volta sarà diverso...potential, a brighter tomorrow. I close my eyes and move with each step, leaving the past another time - always with anticipationmorning Uber …
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 …
The question posed It's like a hostile Shot across the bow - slo-mo tormentThe moment lingers Silence slips into What feels like an eternity One click left and all I can think about Is what color your eyes are Noticing they change When you speak Answers don't seem relevant When time stops and the heart …
The Dead Poet rating "A" makes my heart sing And a photo is like capturing a moment in time Fireflies in a jar, blowing dandelions into the wind with a wish Hanging on like a trapeze artist - grace and daring A sliver of time, a glance, a kiss - your hand holding mineWe walk …
Uber ride under the Hudson River Thoughts deep and surroundingAnticipation feels more like a shot of heroin Than an adrenaline rush opening the heart To the possibilities of love or passionDeep breath in count to four Hold four and blow six...repeatNow months later I wonder if you Ever understand how my heart holds loss Or …
Emotions run highThe center of my chest tightenswhen I think of you While I could blame you as the perpetrator That stole a piece of my heart without even knowing it And I suppose I could even forgive your naivete If I believed it to be somewhere on the spectrum of truthBut there is a …
I float - occasionally the tips of my toes Touch down gently; a soft sacred grounding A moment of salvation; a need to clear ...my head and heart Life, I have discovered cannot be lived To it's fullest beauty holding onto images Of a boy and girl from so long ago Photographs from yearbooks past …
Every once in a whilea rare momentwhen the past creeps inand even on a brightclear not a cloud in sight daybeautiful deep blue skyand a cool almost spring breezebrings me down drags me downto hand shaking tremblingnear tears levelit's not a broken heartor a missingit's more ofan intuition hita gut puncha betrayala wow wtf momentthat …
Early morning sun hasn't risen yet a feel of peace rushes over me the sound of you breathing; deep sleep your hand resting in the small of my back tears well up in the name of newly discovered love my heart has recovered from loss and betrayal there is an aura of thankfulness and wonder …
Trilby Yates 