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…
Standing on a jetty, tide is beginning to kick up And just when a ray, a sliver of light begins to seep Between night fall and and the sun rising Dark clouds begin to part...hope does floatI'm engulfed in what could be...loveWhat I dream about; conjured memory recall But yet here I stand not truly …
Rain falls warm spring late night Street lights glistensWalking the avenue Pass a favorite rendezvous Grab a corner table outside A few minutes here or there Reaching across the tableTouching your face Flash back to when I believed ...in the possibility of love © 2022 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
Engulfed in images and memories;times we shared - and there were so manyYears of our hit and miss love affair; joy, tears, love and passion - confusion...And I did love you - maybe I still do on some empirical planeSummer lovers east coast sand and sea,with streets of Paris as a backdrop;always lingering hovering above …
“Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard Some do it with a bitter look Some with a flattering word The coward does it with a kiss The brave man with a sword” ― Oscar Wilde “Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound …
Eyes close take a deep breath deep breath through the nose slow inhale never letting go never letting go filling the lungs filling the emptiness in hallowed walls muted color soaked sanitized lack of smell lack of individuality lack of who I am color soaked sanitized Form A form B circle one cross out one …
Looking away from the coast line drawn in the sand off in the distance flat beat of another song leaves me breathless hope is an addiction that bleeds ambivalence remains with choices made walk away or glide fly high or dig in depth of despair is a drag old wounds don't heal they just gradually …
Flickering flash light sparkling florescent glitter weaving shadowy reflections and sounds vibrating - Imagine: tiny poetic dancers movements fluttering on stucco walls texture rubs the senses with twirling drips of a grand illusion fan fare and flags waving... with no peaceful conclusion - Yet the heart continues to pose question after question without clarity - the …
Stumbling down the road I don’t waste time looking back But, the past is like a dog with an unforgettable bone …just wont give it up or let it go And not that any of it matters They say I am where I’m supposed to be; according to the universe, biorhythms and time charts, even …
Fisherman Walk All the battles that rage around us hands of the clock never stop and we step forward with the hope and promise that what we believe to be true is coming from a higher power and not just the back pocket of some man with a plan and a fetish for fame and fortune – or what …
Trilby Yates 