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…
Lovers come and go; over the years there have been many ...more or less.Skipping stones across the water while a turning tide is like sailing into the wind, but it can be the challenge that makes it all worth it; the proverbial chase or dance. At the end of the day when the sunlight begins …
Today I release the shadow of my vulnerabilities;and as I stand here amidst the wreckage I feel the ground shaking, trembling and I hear the bones of my soul rattle - a sacred sound to a sinners earBeneath my feet deep within the earths surface as if the fault lines have been cracked wide open …
Is the pivot in the law or in the facts? They both blow by like phantom painMy lovers all fade brilliantly into shape-shiftersIt depends some-times on how loud the clock tics; or the way a morning light lands delicately on linenHow quickly will they ponder or gently fade away?Early AM 5:55 bust, even with a …
October blows in like a wounded animal screaming profanities of pain and discomfortand I'm under the covers, a frightened child with my own wounded psyche lost in the sound of the wind whispering the Hail Mary, Hail Mary, full of grace full of grace, Our Father who...full of grace, the Lord is with thee Our …
He whispers something or other as if magically my heart will open to things forgotten and with each word stirs memories better left in a pine box six feet under and wisdom is more or less a forgiveness of past sins I wrap myself in a silk kimono and slip back into his arms where …
Another unnecessary App another dollar drops into the billionaire abyss my rational is a lack of sleep too many nightmares love luster screw-ball mistakesand even though I can give advice all holy and righteous my ability to heed my own words is zero to less thanso winner or loser lover or friendfalling between the cracks …
The wind blows across the harbor And I'm aware the feel isn't the same No east coast bend or sudden slap Across the face gusts or galePacific Ocean has an opposite vibration It rattles to the bone; shakes the docks it doesn't rollAnd a shadow from the past hovers It doesn't dance or shimmy around …
We have a conversationSame old same old Yet, it never passes the test of timeMy mother won't hold my hand But she told me she would always love me...onceWords spoken dead of night dreams illuminate She comes to me in a haze of clouds A heavenly sound; flutter of angel's wingsI hesitate to remain emotion …
If passion were a color We would be wrapped In-between the awe ofPrimary and shadowThe morning light Peaks through the clouds The canyon has an echo bounce But I can never hear the rain You warn be carefulDon't fall out of the window I laugh and move closer to you The only thing I'm afraid …
Trilby Yates 