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…
The Dead Poet rating "A" makes my heart sing And a photo is like capturing a moment in time Fireflies in a jar, blowing dandelions into the wind with a wish Hanging on like a trapeze artist - grace and daring A sliver of time, a glance, a kiss - your hand holding mineWe walk …
Time changes yet daylight's dance Always begins in the east regardlessAnd love doesn't always progress The way one daydreams Rosary beads held tenderly in hands That question the power of prayerMeditating on the mantra That hope...actually does floatWe watch the world imploding in real timePandemic living is the new norm Cowardice has a grand life …
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 …
I walked over the Brooklyn Bridge the crowd was hyped upwe knew god was on our side some guy on the right said he would put a bullet in my headdid I prefer center right or leftI told him to go fuck himself and blew him a kisswhen it came time to speak I saw …
Uber ride under the Hudson River Thoughts deep and surroundingAnticipation feels more like a shot of heroin Than an adrenaline rush opening the heart To the possibilities of love or passionDeep breath in count to four Hold four and blow six...repeatNow months later I wonder if you Ever understand how my heart holds loss Or …
Emotions run highThe center of my chest tightenswhen I think of you While I could blame you as the perpetrator That stole a piece of my heart without even knowing it And I suppose I could even forgive your naivete If I believed it to be somewhere on the spectrum of truthBut there is a …
Fraunces Tavern drinks and chatter atmosphere is a high rush of almost normal two year pandemic restrictions loosening masks on or off ID and vaxx card we share stories and laughs she said I remind her of Patti Smith my ego leaped out of my chest into the atmosphere starry Manhattan nightcell phone vibrates text …
Red flowers in a vase; my words written on the wall Late night rendezvous, misunderstoodLove floats above the scent of sage and lavender Candles burn; passion is a helium balloonWhen the message is as intriguing as a note in a bottle Floating, following only the high tidesHat in hand; ....anticipation - an aphrodisiac. © 2022 …
Trilby Yates 