“Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard Some do it with a bitter look Some with a flattering word The coward does it with a kiss The brave man with a sword” ― Oscar Wilde “Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound …
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Doing The Box Step
Ode to the single woman with a hammer and box cutter Lifting, pushing, slicing, unpacking - duct tape is the enemy A neck and neck tie with the quiet moments That slip between each half assed unfinished ENDLESS task - epitome of hyperbole It's the down side of up awash the shift Daily itinerary and …
Bitter Pill
I float inches above the ground and when I begin to touch down I feel scattered Earth and flesh abound my survival is circumstantial And I weep at the thought of landing - soft place irrelevant A need to tangle outside the fray is a bitter pill A battle from day to day. ©2019 TrilbyYates
Done
Time cruises around like a hotshot in a sports car Top down, wind blowing; head shaking moments Fingers tapping the steering wheel to a song not yet written Unburdened freedom is better than a first kiss; well, almost Or that last look waving goodbye summers end drift Time is an orphan, belonging to no one; …
Storytelling
You and me pink shades looking into a mirrored pool water smooth as glass no reflection just a bounce and it's 4am footsteps are like a whimper in the night and when the sun rises all of my angst all of my failures drift like the distant sound of a lover stepping off without notice …
Sleepless In My Dreams
It's that late night can't sleep Walking through the graveyard push When darkness is more than a symptom Or an absence of light; aphotic zone And the sun rises in the east every fucking morning Like a dagger to my heart, silver bullet to my chest There are times when those magnificent golden rays A …
Rewind
Cloth folds perfection in the creases piled high anxiety I breathe in - deep exhaling the pain out that chokes so much of what remains running through my veins even when I’m semi-comatose to the daily grind and flowers are tossed in the trash day two wilt don’t worry there will always be more tomorrow …
Sunrise Rush
There is something about the early morning light the way is bounces and throws patterns lacy images shadowy dancing lovers reminders of times and moments held so dear my chest aches held without reason or clarity purity of the senses and every song that ever mattered in my adolescence playing on an auto rewind flip …
Into The Blue
Sun down, moon rise; sleep comes with a price And as I drift off reluctantly; I am captivated Imagery shifts black and white to color Shadows and night-life illuminate as candles glow Sweet music shifts and shuffles with ease I move from my comfort zone cautiously; ...Even dreams can not escape morals or shame We …
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