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…
Count down walk about Room to room questions float Eyes closed images appear Memories are like pin pricks to the heart Nothing is in stone, nothing is in stone Not words or love, even loss can be replaced; Over time, over time Echo chamber bounce from here to there Landing gently on the floor Ashes …
I’ve got nothing. Nothing. Energy high flying buzz off. Don't dare shake a stick at a creative wise-ass. Believe it to be true, says so on my business card - "wise-ass" There are times when the space between a fine line, And a loose cannon are as simple as the abyss That falls amidst a …
Recollection torn side swipe that first invasion that first intrusion 6 maybe 7 a blur a clean break not a splintered snap or scrape leaving flesh or bone behind a clean clear break a nothingness a child erased innocence obliterated thin air smoke rising high dissipates disappears evaporates the form remains hollowed out - inside …
Cloth folds perfection in the creases piled high anxiety I breathe in - deep exhaling the pain out that chokes so much of what remains running through my veins even when I’m semi-comatose to the daily grind and flowers are tossed in the trash day two wilt don’t worry there will always be more tomorrow …
Long beach walks, silent talks thoughts and such Wondering if there is a chance, slight possibility cosmic hotline that you are aware, that you can see or hear...me Wondering if this is all just some illusive grand masquerade that is being spun from the tip of wisdom filled tongues, with a blank slate to continually …
A fine line between what is said and what is meant when passion hides behind well wishes and glances on the other side of friendship and no one knows better than Madame Bovary if love will come or love will go the extra mile or fade off into a slow burn sun rises and sets …
There is nothing subtle about how far right things swing how far right things shake and break twisted arm from movers and takers bend over backward or lean on me but nothing is solid nothing is a sure bet when the battle becomes so convoluted the leaders and followers become one in the same like …
Heard the words steam roller blow out walking on a branch already broken and the monsters of men want to challenge the path I have already chosen - what's a non gender bender supposed to do? And, and I look to you as a knight in shining armor - and the villain on the tracks …
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 …
Trilby Yates 