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…
The dance; slow, seductive willful - a waltzeach time I melted into the grove with ease intuition, twinges of betrayal - dissipatethe way the sun would rise; radiance, hope questa volta sarà diverso...potential, a brighter tomorrow. I close my eyes and move with each step, leaving the past another time - always with anticipationmorning Uber …
walk up-stairs; number seven - lingerswhite noise turns into a last nerve burn heart beat races. hesitation is a pull; but, will, is taking each step; it's more of a draw than a scribble when that little voice pops; whispering in moments of a loneliness buzzrecall is a gentle memory of wantingreality; harsh images of …
It is a fine line between truth and silence text messages overlap a long drive upstate vineyards reasons behind buying a car and a ferry ride daytime weekend trips evening walks on the Avenue back to your place #7 drinks music chatter and passion morning comes and goes coffee in bed brings us to an …
I am not afraid because you say I do not exist I will not question my own faith or hide in the shadows of your looming weapon of destruction...on the contrary- If to you, I do not exist, you can never destroy me If I am the water slipping through your fingers you can never drink me, drown me;or use …
Rain falls warm spring late night Street lights glistensWalking the avenue Pass a favorite rendezvous Grab a corner table outside A few minutes here or there Reaching across the tableTouching your face Flash back to when I believed ...in the possibility of love © 2022 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
You and me, pink shades gazing into a mirrored poolWater smooth as glass, no reflection just a bounceIt's 4 a.m. footsteps are like a whimper in the nightAnd when the sun rises, all of my angstAll of my failures drift like the distant soundOf a lover stepping off without noticeA kiss, repetitive words...call you later …
The question posed It's like a hostile Shot across the bow - slo-mo tormentThe moment lingers Silence slips into What feels like an eternity One click left and all I can think about Is what color your eyes are Noticing they change When you speak Answers don't seem relevant When time stops and the heart …
Salt water washes over me The first swim in the Atlantic Feels like god reaching into my soul Separating it from my egoLetting go of the discomfort - deep breath My heart involuntarily skips a beat Stones thrown across a low tide poolThe ripples vibrate within each bounceFull of passion and angst - distant shores …
Emotions run highThe center of my chest tightenswhen I think of you While I could blame you as the perpetrator That stole a piece of my heart without even knowing it And I suppose I could even forgive your naivete If I believed it to be somewhere on the spectrum of truthBut there is a …
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