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…
Two steps off, four steps back; I still can't make my way beyond the fogA few steps off, a couple steps back; it's a cliff walk, a leap of faith jumpMoving forward, double back; your love has been like a Magic 8 ballSliding forward, slipping back; online foot print has a magnetic pushTwo steps your …
Today I release the shadow of my vulnerabilities;and as I stand here amidst the wreckage I feel the ground shaking, trembling and I hear the bones of my soul rattle - a sacred sound to a sinners earBeneath my feet deep within the earths surface as if the fault lines have been cracked wide open …
I float - occasionally the tips of my toes Touch down gently; a soft sacred grounding A moment of salvation; a need to clear ...my head and heart Life, I have discovered cannot be lived To it's fullest beauty holding onto images Of a boy and girl from so long ago Photographs from yearbooks past …
Ode to the liar and thief Who crept about In the dark of night With trembling hands For fear he might Yet be discovered? Filling his pockets Lined with lies Lined with intent Like a vampire of old Feeding on the blood Unrequited love While truth his sunlight - his kryptonite Ode to the liar …
I sleep wrapped in a cloak of ambivalence; yet hopeful and dreams feel more like wakeful moments that play out in the dark of night eyes closed vibrant visuals engaging all of my senses they are heightened floating in a safety zone a place that appears surreal I can feel his heartbeat against the palm …
When the world is spinning out of control and there is no direction - up or down All I want to do is jump from here to there, never to return to this place of malice But, the background sound of life's merry-go-round drowns out and mutes the roar that rumbles just beneath the skin's …
Everyday is a live look 360 degree spin off flash Yesterday, last week, Three weeks and counting The fog is setting A full moon on the rise And in my brain Images begin to fade It's as if the imprint Didn't take hold Didn't etch its initials Three levels deep Scratched the surface, Drew blood, …
Snow falls covering the river and for a moment as hours pass endless imagery for the weary a respite a touch of awe and delight the beauty reaches deep into my chest encompassing it a gentle massage to the heart keeping the beat rhythm-atic so not to grow cold - from the inside out the …
Deep breath in; now, blow, blow, blow Reluctance sits uncomfortably in the middle of my chest my heart beat skips and races like a petulant child and each day moves me one day further from the source of my discomfort, lack of intuition, sense of betrayal and loss I ponder less and less what was …
Trilby Yates 