If I could I would... Sell everything I own Close all my bank accounts Never pay taxes that would fund another war Let my hair grow long and wear it in dread locks Sleep on the beach under a sky filled with stars Spend endless hours walking the shoreline collecting sea glass and shells Once …
Tag: loss
A Theft Of The Heart
She counts all the men that have come and gone rise and fall tiny notches on her wall and they will never know what piece of her they have taken with them and it's not anything transparent or cliche words that rhyme or step away it's the subtleties in her voice the way she touched …
Dance Away My Fears
The past seeps into some kind of abstract perspective My own different from yours - I am sure My spin, my angle from where I sleep never falls short of illusive Yours, off in the distant fog - sails full wind blows coast to coast, shore to shore drop off You catch sea foam in …
Pupils Dilate
An inherited trait flippant off the cuff snap and shuffle move to the other side without consequence or confusion The mind is clear and sharp but the heart like a rebellious child continues to skip to its own count And not even with brighter days ahead will the path change or shift the tide once …
Aura Of Decadence
There is no time like the present Keep one foot in the here and now While the other dangles freely – wind beneath One hand waves farewell to new comers The other tips the head waiter with a smirk Wooden nickels hold a value in this Land of Oz Like souvenirs at a carnival - …
Red Balloon
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 …
Shadow Box
You think - therefore you are You've got my number So to speak abstract Interchangeable female As is the status quo Mindless ramblings Of the current fool du jour We are all the same Gender bender screw off High heeled shoes and some slick lip gloss Plumping sexual montage Careful not to step inside Your deviant mind …
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Tag H tight around my wrist black face no numbers only the second hand moving slowly in a continuous circle no stops along the way no pointed direction a loop same pace same tick, tick, tick patterned rhythm great for skipping the speed bumps in the road or taking the long way repetitive motion stoking …
Twitter – jump off – 8.21.12 to date and counting…. 1 - His song is carried in the wind like a breath from a past filled with love 2 - I'm lost in a world of memories, music and thought - my words, my writing keep me sane...for the most part 3 - Q. Do …
Trilby Yates 