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…
He just laughed...as if an innocent Turned his head looking back over his shoulder A grin that could make the devil himself blush And then; he winked and held out his handBeckoning me to come closer - if I daredTempting me, letting me in on a secret A trip into a vibrant dream stateOf tall …
Quiet nights slow slumber restless heart beats without intent You place your head on my chest as I brush the hair from your eyes I can feel your wondering thoughts with questions deep Penetrating my soul with anticipation and sorrow for all that you are yet to experience And what this life has handed us …
It’s not how many notes How many notes you play It’s the spaces in between Like lines between words Of woe or endearment It's the silence That lingers in the air Silence that lingers After making love Spaces in between - lines, notes, words Silence floats Peacefully above Floats peacefully While lovers embrace Quiet gentle …
I fell in love with a boy who held music in his hands like a fragile thought that could easily slip away it filled his heart like there was never enough time for all the notes to play making his chest ache the way mine did every time we kissed each others lips making love …
Stress level up hits a high not even time to peak from beneath the end zone of what has yet to come when all else fails there is no way out but to pull the cord on an empty parachute while silver spoons line lip stick shades drawn childlike images willow branches bending quiet summer …
Those days When thoughts Swirled around In my mind Creating an energy Cause and effect Suddenly out of thin air A call or note Song from the past A nudge from Turbulent times A cosmic force connects A reminder tap tap You can never go back Although I lean on the belief Nothing is set …
Ten second spin off you still can't recall my name and if I blink you would fade away only the scent of yesterday remains you don't hold a candle to him my Angel in the night Blue Moon Belgian style wheat ale is a cheap and much welcomed buzz words from a stranger send a …
"....it doesn't always have to be this way..." Little voice inside my head sings a song low key off beat far left of anywhere slipping from addiction to obsession no matter what rolls in or out with the tide early morning light shines ever so brightly and the truth remains silent lovers tiptoe past an …
Walk softly past my window Early morning light stretches Across a dimly lit sky With gentle hands Reaching for a heart That yawns While the mind Holds onto dreams In shimmering shades Of lavender and blue Pleading, “…don’t wake me, not yet, not yet…” Tender kisses like feathers float From the lips of lovers Drift …
Trilby Yates 