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…
There are some things in life We can controlAnger, violence, integrity Maybe even life's passion (although I think that's the nature vs nurture debate) But love...umm don't think so Love comes from a place Beyond the human logical part of us...maybe even a divine or heavenly sourceUnimaginable, extraordinary...magicalEver experience that jolt When you meet someoneIt could …
Wind blows over the bay raindrops tap dance on the rooftop a lullaby drift off to the sweetest reverie colorful images seagrass gray blue waters a backdrop to footprints in the sand a glance over my shoulder a smile my heart is full joy and laughterbut I feel empty loss, longingI touch my mouth instinctively …
...and the question rises; my heart sinks Into the deep blue in his eyesOur song hums in the background; He touches my left hand...questionMy chest stirs but love hasn't filled the hairline fractures Or smoothed the ragged edgesIs love a possibility? The hands of the clock Continue to circle I have no answers, no quick …
I took a ride blood red coat with slick black racing stripes Oh dear MC you have loved me unconditionallyMoon roof open so I can breathe so I can feel the wind I can hear the tide shifting gears ocean wide - grindCrystal-like there are no twin snow flakes They fall with a unique tempo …
For a momentA split second snapA commonalityA drift - a mutual send off One foot in front of the other Sayonara amigos mantra There are songs...how wide the river is Your presence touched me so deeplyI almost drownedI'm still gasping for air I weep as I walk Low tide Hudson River highThe sound of the …
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 …
I once knew a man that held my hand - from afar He told me we don't bounce the way we used to As I'm laying on the floor, those words I am pondering My mind wanders; Man on Wire, Petit has my utmost respect ©2022 TrilbyYates
Count down walk about Room to room questions float Eyes closed images appear Memories are like pin pricks to the heart Nothing is in stone, nothing is in stone Not words or love, even loss can be replaced; Over time, over time Echo chamber bounce from here to there Landing gently on the floor Ashes …
I am a time traveler and I can drift off with the best of them - or the worst; it just depends, I suppose I suppose when the wind blows across an ocean so vast only the illusion of it fits with a sense of integrity in the palms of my hands; and suppose I …
Trilby Yates 