Hey...you...pssst...floating Lightly from high above The cement masses Whistles and cat calls Reminiscent of a 50's B flick With blonde bombshells And well manicured mustaches That get twisted when the mood shifts From scene to scene Little girl with grown up shoes Struts her stuff While taking another puff Long thin 100s imported Via her …
Tag: loss
Hiding In The Shadows
Hiding in the shadows of my room with the door closed - listening to the sounds listening to the sounds with my hands up against the wall And off in the distance I hear you running down the hall shouting words words of warning and well wishes completely delusional Standing in my room with the …
I Live With No Regrets
Wishful thinking a few Hail Mary's and an Act Of Contrition thrown in for good luck - keeps me honest when I spend to much time alone... Once you asked if I was raised as a Catholic girl Big Apple shines bright in beautiful Italian brown eyes you said All I could see were emerald …
Looking Out To Sea
It was something something out of a movie scene From Here To Eternity we were laying in the sand tide came up rushing over us all entangled arms and legs finger tips tracing a pathway to the soul your mouth on mine whispering words ...you are so beautiful so beautiful... kissing my neck gentle hands …
White Night Black Stallion
I can see it in your eyes replaying like your favorite flick; ...over and over again - And all I can hear is the banging of the drum... and you, you remind me with a repetitive triple stroke drum roll; telling me your secrets in my sleep whispered secrets in my sleep - Slipping into …
You Do Not Know Me
I am a prisoner of time and space held within the boundaries of a sanctioned God anointed birth the law of the land the law of religion and unquestioned faith the law of responsibility to all those that have come before and after the psychological weapons chains of societal norms guilt, shame, selfishness keeping me …
White Roses
White roses, scent drifts solemn breeze carries me...Delicate petals gingerly placed mournful - Reflect black granite mementos perfection in each bud... Thoughtful colors of the season fall upon me - Mums pumpkin orange shades of gold sunlight yellow ...acknowledge no one leaves this place unmoved by the stillness and grace - Engraved stone tells a …
Rear View Mirror
Background soundtrack sets the stage guitar slides across the room drum beat in-sync with the pounding of a heart gun to hand hand to chest stars shoot across the sky with every breath that is taken looms a thief in the night life circles around without pause or reflection a clean slate second chances become …
What We Knew Then
I wish you were my friend my confidant lover the one that would hold me close when the wind doesn't blow the one that would keep the sails full even though all odds are against us and when the shadows from a dark past come to surface you alone would illuminate my senses clearing the …
Trilby Yates 