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…
walk up-stairs; number seven - lingerswhite noise turns into a last nerve burn heart beat races. hesitation is a pull; but, will, is taking each step; it's more of a draw than a scribble when that little voice pops; whispering in moments of a loneliness buzzrecall is a gentle memory of wantingreality; harsh images of …
Bouquet of flowers placed on my work bench satin ribbon tied in a bowsterling silver and gems set neatly to the sidea message a thank you note...you were terrific last night a heart with an arrow drawn throughoffenders artistic camouflage pinned to the sleeve of my jean jacket never forget - insidious memory he walks …
He left On the white feathered Wings of Angels On an uncharacteristically Warm fall night And as my world Like the bottom dropping out Or the proverbial rug being pulled From under my feet I drifted off Where nothing was real And nothing held life With fragile hands The way it once had Prayers became …
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 …
I saw myself standing on a cloud white and billowy tender to the toucharms outstretch finger tips sparks flying my heart moved to the left and I stepped off into a heavenly abyss pulling from a remote part of my memory images of you and me ...moments in a nano second time warp split that …
Clouds billowing, flowing about like sheets blowing in the wind Backyard clothesline posts lean against an aging Mother NatureSails on a boat filling up to come about, tacking from east to westAnd looking up into the sky like a child seeing images of love, laughter, imaginary animals and castles in the sky;rather than the evils …
I walk the streets where you used to live; the city you thrived in The city you fell in love with; the city that set you free while at the same time crippling you - taking away any sense of coherency But, you, you were alright, you were a shining star; you were on fire …
...if i could i would take a train metro north, GCS grab a cab 14th w39th street ferry terminal step on board - 2nd stop hobo call lyft, palisades ave kiss the 1st boy that opens the door kiss the 2nd boy sitting on the steps i'd never forget you, but my memories wouldn't be …
Maybe it was the glimmer of something gentle Coming into view that pushed me to my knees Imagining the touch of a kitten's paw on my cheek No rosary falling to the floor Dust collecting beads hanging from my bedpost ...shifting gears from sensation to visual Or maybe the sighting of a shooting star that …
Trilby Yates 