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 …
Baby blue sky, clear with wisps of feathery clouds The temperature has dropped like a stone; As the ribcage bends to accommodate the chill in the air It runs up the spine reminiscent of the touch Cold hands - a lovers deception It's not just the weather It's a state of mind When the heart …
1.1.1.1. flashing retro orb lights from the past disco ball spin off and somewhere out there in the abyss of bullshit and reflections simmering off the cuff comments and intentions are flying high touch down no return choices made one on one excised from the heart like cancer from the soul scarred and somewhat tattered …
What remains between you and me does not reach the heart Lo que queda entre tú y yo no le alcanza al corazón And your memory sounds from my chest Y desde mi pecho suena tu recuerdo All that was of the two are echoes of love Todo lo que fue de los dos son …
Sky high the room shifts from right to left Right to left or left to right the middle is empty I can't recall, I can't recall as the door closes Lock the blot, slip the chain; get the keys warm blanket jolt I float between the spaces the in-between words and silence Somethings feel flat …
Hiding in the shadows of my room with the door closed - listening to the sounds listening to the sounds with my hands up against the wall And off in the distance I hear you running down the hall shouting words words of warning and well wishes completely delusional Standing in my room with the …
Trilby Yates 