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…
Clouds billowing, flowing about like sheets blowing in the wind Backyard clothesline posts lean against an aging Mother NatureSails on a boat filling up to come about, tacking from east to westAnd looking up into the sky like a child seeing images of love, laughter, imaginary animals and castles in the sky;rather than the evils …
If you care about me You’ll stop If you care about me You will stop My breath shallow heart racing Paralyzed Wrapped in fear pulse rate High And you just smile Keep walking toward me In that moment my mind Slips away A split fracture Separating mind from body And as words are spoken Flash …
Recollection torn side swipe that first invasion that first intrusion 6 maybe 7 a blur a clean break not a splintered snap or scrape leaving flesh or bone behind a clean clear break a nothingness a child erased innocence obliterated thin air smoke rising high dissipates disappears evaporates the form remains hollowed out - inside …
Odd the way people come and go floating in and out of my life and as the wind blows it's just another reminder how walking from here to there can more often then not lead to somewhere and it's been years since I've felt the flutter of angel wings against my brow or the holier …
Your father is not mine My mother is yours We grew up in the same house Your eyes are blue Mine brown We shared the same dreams and nightmares You carried yours As a concealed weapon hidden Mine on my sleeve A rebel flag fully exposed You ran with the wind at your back chasing …
Trilby Yates 