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…
I walk in the tall grass that grows on the ocean's edge To feel Feel more connectedEach step brings me closer to the source of my hearts own beat As the grass glides between my fingers it's as if the heavens above are opening up to let me in with all my imperfections all my …
To be the object of his full attentionHis affection as if time stands still And she blind to the blessings And privilege he has bestowed Upon her a mere female women The delicate sex - fragile and witless Her strength he is convinced he holds In the palms of his hands He is fixated by …
Three flights up, surround sound and sunlight Views of one of the, if not, the most amazing city in the world Depends on which side of the Hudson one lands Shades pulled up and she spends several minutes A sad attempt to make them even - Angel dust floats aboutShe believe in Angels; rather than …
It's the turning of a key in a lock already broken The shattering of windows blown out glass Family photographs and baby dolls Blood seeps between the cracks of linoleum floors Layers of life like the traditional honey cakeReminders of how fragile independence can beLingering to the east a sentiment to destroy Off in the distance …
Half way between here, there and everywhereSparks of interest; dousing the flame...and the Circle Line has the 2nd best viewOf a city of sleepwalkers, daydreamers - Svengali’s and the likeBut I was mistaken when I thought I sawThe span of the greatest bridge in the worldIn your eyes - even though I never noticedIf you …
The question posed It's like a hostile Shot across the bow - slo-mo tormentThe moment lingers Silence slips into What feels like an eternity One click left and all I can think about Is what color your eyes are Noticing they change When you speak Answers don't seem relevant When time stops and the heart …
Salt water washes over me The first swim in the Atlantic Feels like god reaching into my soul Separating it from my egoLetting go of the discomfort - deep breath My heart involuntarily skips a beat Stones thrown across a low tide poolThe ripples vibrate within each bounceFull of passion and angst - distant shores …
Je vous aime shouted across the bow wind blowing more knots than I've ever sailed and lands just left of the center of my chest and I knew in that moment there was more to feeling love... Words are my anchor © 2022 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
I reached out to the goddess White knuckling it On my knees Rosary in hand Asking for a shiftIn the tide To pull me under Cleanse me of my sins Outed by the guise Of organized religion I admit I am in love With Pope Francis What happens when faith And love collide And all …
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