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…
...and the question rises; my heart sinks Into the deep blue in his eyesOur song hums in the background; He touches my left hand...questionMy chest stirs but love hasn't filled the hairline fractures Or smoothed the ragged edgesIs love a possibility? The hands of the clock Continue to circle I have no answers, no quick …
Sheets and a sunrise wrap around us Tender moments and your kiss Begin to fade Your touch feels reminiscentFamiliar; that odd rush of déjà vu Someone, someplace The viewI drift off to the sound of your heartbeat Dreams cascading like a waterfallNo waves; tiny consequential ripples Pushing me Beyond the reef; my sanctuary, my comfort …
Two steps off, four steps back; I still can't make my way beyond the fogA few steps off, a couple steps back; it's a cliff walk, a leap of faith jumpMoving forward, double back; your love has been like a Magic 8 ballSliding forward, slipping back; online foot print has a magnetic pushTwo steps your …
Oh there you are again making your grand entranceMadame X waltzing in like an Olympic skater on ice - glideOr maybe this time my own personal serial killer Disguised as stability; slashing anything that brings me to that moment - yet fleeting - of knowing the coast is clear When I can remove the layers …
Old man sits with his back to the wallA clear view of his surroundings; doors, windows There is nothing left up to chance not even ghosts from his pastBlack crow's cage hangs from a hook in the ceilingAnd when the wind whistles it sends a chill across the marsh One doesn't have to wonder or …
I took a ride blood red coat with slick black racing stripes Oh dear MC you have loved me unconditionallyMoon roof open so I can breathe so I can feel the wind I can hear the tide shifting gears ocean wide - grindCrystal-like there are no twin snow flakes They fall with a unique tempo …
Spent the night gazing at the stars with the city sky outlining everything naked and in disguise I drifted off to sleep just as my ghosts are coming to call answering few questions and leaving me with more All the nuances of someone that never bleeds out and praying is for the delusional I hold …
She stood still, cold wind blows, bare hands shaking eyes wide as the news translates from doom and gloom to Christmas cheer; she would sing if she could. Tangled web of high ratings money flows in an upward motion...there is no downward trickle in her neighborhood. A few blocks tourists know a magical place to …
Tis the season, yes, tis the seasonfor joy, strength, purity of heart, purity of faithunity in family, friends old and newsharing and giving unconditional love...yet there is a distance in the feelof the Christmas songs- at least for mea detached sense of how blessedwe are all supposed to bewhen the world is explodingwalls going up, …
Trilby Yates 