Ode to the single woman with a hammer and box cutter Lifting, pushing, slicing, unpacking - duct tape is the enemy A neck and neck tie with the quiet moments That slip between each half assed unfinished ENDLESS task - epitome of hyperbole It's the down side of up awash the shift Daily itinerary and …
Tag: fear
Temporarily Closed
Late night steam roller street lights shimmer and all I can hope for is an uneventful return to my home safe haven middle of the bed sleepless nights I've lost the power of prayer uneasy borderline reckless and I can't guarantee the right path is the one to take choices made promises unspoken holding wounds close …
Sleepless Blues
Midnight, 1:47AM EST 3:00AM EST tick tock Tick tock 3:57AM EST Tick tock, tick tock Hands of the clock Slo-mo no rhythm No rhyme Counting sheep A pathway to sleep 5:05AM EST Skipping stones Jump the track Don't look back Don't look back Slo-mo no rhythm No rhyme A reluctant move forward Keep it simple …
Steal Away
Hush little baby... don't you cry, don't you cry Night closes in, surround sound lull Bags packed, slipping out before the early morning sunrise Old Man Winter blows; disbelief - shadows in the night Dreams shift like images from an old romantic movie, - black and white soft painful blur; time does not stands still …
Off The Grid
Off the grid hanging on by a mere thread And what goes around comes around Full circle makes my head spin - takes my breath away When the past rears its angelic head Emotions tap dance with absentee partners Now and then all the best intentions Turn from blue skies to a storm brewing I …
I Linger
I linger I move from here to there I question every word ...every moment I hold my breath to keep the pain out I hold my chest to keep the pain in I linger I go over everything my memory holds I dissect the gestures, the nuances, 444 I hold my chest to keep my …
Almost There
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 …
White Rose Petals
White rose petals fall, finger tip pin prick red blood flows under her majesty's blue sky And the sound of a collective heart beat penetrates the soul; a country that has never scratched the surface of the ground it walks; the land it stole A country that doesn't know - what it doesn't know and …
Scratch Proof Mentality
I walk with the wind in my face You always laughed at my sense of wonder and all I can tell you; as I have done before Time slips into dreams - from another set of circumstance... I drift off into a slo-buzz wrapped up in all its annoyances Anyone that has the energy or …
Trilby Yates 