Cold winter days circle around in a flurry snowflakes fall gently solitude in daydreams and sweet whispered words make me blush at the thought of what could be if only to let go... I wonder if we are a good fit or if when time tells its tall tale an unedited version of truth - …
Tag: fear
Anticipation
Love here or there fine lines filled with brilliance a hint of hope and shades of blue for added ambiance and when the wind blows whistling through the dunes on a cool subdued night somewhere off in the distant fog words slip from passionate lips with only the slightest sense of tomorrows regret hovering …
Slap Shtick With A Twist
Hey life what’s the deal, what’s the grand plan scheme of things to come and go screaming from the top of my lungs already full from the up swing of 2011 flying high on the 52nd floor sky scraper clawing its way from Hades to Paradise and it’s never the same kid rush sliding down …
Ode To Dorothy
Ode to the woman that carried my name that carried the ties that bind and if truth be told - love behold the gentler times are all that matter today a day that time dissipates into tears of joy and memories reflect tints of glorious color while the sharpness blurs into muted shades of gray …
I Am Still Here
Your eyes close peaceful rest holding your hand a gentle squeeze ...I'm still here Sunlight slips between the cracks in drawn shades Patterns of lace dance on pale linen colored walls Shallow breath I lay my head on your chest for confirmation you whisper ...I'm still here We fall together a dream state a reverie …
Cherished Memento
Taking a long deep beautiful breath in Slowly accepting it, gently holding it... A cherished memento Until the capacity of my lungs - fill Feeling the pressure, the build up, the freedom, and the release of all that has held me back; kept me in my own self imposed sanction Long insightful walks down stone …
Word Flow Vice
There is a sense of dread lingering deep dark longing wrapped tightly suffocating to the point of paralysis I do not pause or hesitate Fear is not a driving force Narcissistic identity bender, insanity root of inspiration, and subconscious driving force ...maybe I have my words, my pen and paper; sword of sorts And when …
Take It Or Leave It
Middle of the room view stepping back panoramic scanning reflection and recognition breath-taking realization life hasn't been kind at times Like the bully in the playground you can either take the hits and grimace or slug it out black eye badge of honor and humility that only you can see; and they say that is …
Sway Of The Dance
Red wine sipped through lips painted shades of frost and crimson ...dark eyes look away - a seductive glance meant only for you and when the night tumbles around us while stars shoot across the sky there will be a time when your hands embrace the moment and hold its place with mine… That first kiss …
Trilby Yates 