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…
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 …
I was dreaming about a glorious Heaven While standing in front of the gates to Hell Gehenna and jaded it appeared all that was once light begins to dim As I aimlessly wander lost in my own insecurity, dread I was drawn, lulled; smoke and mirrors, to the old tattered house next door Inside candles …
How far down the rabbit hole dare I go When moment to moment emotions go from Not giving a fuck to loathing Disbelief, numb to heart broken I know what true grief is and this isn't that Death isn't a choice unintentional heartbreak Walking out is a decision intentions are clear This is somewhere between …
Twilight lasts until the sunrise chases it away A magical part of a new day dawning A continuous repetitive cycle pushing me forward The monotony of it doesn't bore me, nor a life long love Hell bent or chasing angels, I float reluctantly Wind chimes are still; even in the midst of a storm Dream-catchers …
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 …
Safe haven low ceilings and bathroom so small... you couldn't change your mind in it 2nd floor reach up and touch the sky blue and gray clouds float by the scent of the ocean fills the air ...once my life my safe haven and now as I sit in this place of the unknown I …
Sometimes, I sleep walk bumping into my own walls The box seems much smaller in the dark When lights are low and the music is barely an annoying hum That penetrates my one remaining salvation…the silence within And there are always those questions that never see the break of dawn Or the answers that would …
Skyline sunrise, sunset; distant star off to the left shines bright Wisdom goes hand in hand with missteps and slit wrists; a metaphor to describe and convey the impact - dramatic effect and such Sleepless nights, slow mornings, afternoons turn into evenings without incident And when memories dance about it's as if some cruel entity …
Ode to the single woman with a hammer and box cutter Lifting, pushing, slicing, unpacking - duct tape is the enemy A neck and neck tie with the quiet moments That slip between each half assed unfinished ENDLESS task - epitome of hyperbole It's the down side of up awash the shift Daily itinerary and …
Trilby Yates 