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…
Oh there you are again making your grand entranceMadame X waltzing in like an Olympic skater on ice - glideOr maybe this time my own personal serial killer Disguised as stability; slashing anything that brings me to that moment - yet fleeting - of knowing the coast is clear When I can remove the layers …
twilight clouds roll in wind is a lull but not enough to keep the angst at bay or discomfort within my own skin cutting like a knife to my core slip knot hanging from the rafters and what was worn on my sleeve like a badge of purity faith and honor has been severed and …
Early morning sun hasn't risen yet a feel of peace rushes over me the sound of you breathing; deep sleep your hand resting in the small of my back tears well up in the name of newly discovered love my heart has recovered from loss and betrayal there is an aura of thankfulness and wonder …
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 …
Silence is golden, a cherished gift If looked at from the flip side I can go there sometimes; with a gentle push From those that love me Allowing me to rest, to let the fragility Of my heart to take a break Not to skip a beat or hold hand to chest; But a peaceful …
Call it what you will Give it a name Wrapped neatly Round peg in a square hole Label it, categorize, alphabetize Comfort zone is not your own Call it what you will My experience is below the belt Anxiety felt pressure build up Pit of my stomach Elephant sitting on my chest Close my eyes …
Trilby Yates 