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…
Day to day trip wire I'm walking it back and forth due to my navieté due to my vulnerability due to my insecuritieseven though the buzz has been mind numbing from time to time I have ignored the alarms blaring women's intuition off kilter trust your gut human instinct fight or flight saint or sinner sex …
If passion were a color We would be wrapped In-between the awe ofPrimary and shadowThe morning light Peaks through the clouds The canyon has an echo bounce But I can never hear the rain You warn be carefulDon't fall out of the window I laugh and move closer to you The only thing I'm afraid …
October the month of pumpkins and candy corn, Witches, black cats, black hats and broom sticks "I am the granddaughter of the Witches you could not burn" A sentiment held close to my heart even when burdened The scent of allspice and clove, wishful thinking Permeate, intoxicate and spin off earthly desires Mindset, hibernation; hoping …
My shadow dances in the surf, White sand with all its imperfections stretches To the edges of the horizon and beyond; - a necessary growth surge That place, beyond, has flipped my internal script - a self proclaimed narrative re-write Each step playfully kicks up stardust, Stirring up the undertow of my senses, my soul; …
I haven't written haven't had words in the light of day come together harsh light spot light maybe because its a lie or half truth and the cosmos knows or some greater entity has a hook line and sinker on me my insincerity it's like a spot light a spot light harsh and unforgiving and …
I listen compassionately to young poets; exposing their soul with naïveté unobstructed passion struggling to keep their words and truth pure, clear, coherent; and I think to myself, silent within my own insecurities, my own private courtroom - judge and jury, these are the facts, objection, overruled...I recall my own journey; my own learning curve. …
Sea breeze - a few glasses of wine Conversations that go astray Loose lips sail ships From the traditional “…what if’s…” “…would you…” Promises we do not need Insecurities come to light While others are put to rest Love is not a link In a chain that binds But instead the feathers In an angel’s …
Trilby Yates 