You would say...the hardest thing to do is a self portrait...keeping ego at bay...capturing the moment, the emotion without pretense, without the "say cheese" factor, candid...the eyes are the windows to the soul, the camera just preserves a moment. Winter winds blow and your voice like a whisper is carried by a memory of a …
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Blank Slate #2
Deep breath, deep painfully deep - I inhale, count 1,2,3,4,5...5,5,5 chest aches holding more than oxygen in; exhale blowing out nothing more than possibilities for a better day, a bettter sense of wellness, a suitcase full of angst Memories are tiny clips, images wrapped within emotional set backs, images - a glimpse of things never …
She
A rush, adrenaline high - his hands shake walking away back stab left over son of a bitch silence engulfs the space on the floor, simplistic empty hole in the wall; questions follow and wounds never heal they go underground waiting for another day to step out and sabotage what tiny thread of hope that …
Train Ride
Long train ride NYC to CT eyes close images sharpen and the senses seem unusually high and maybe it was the way you kissed me or the way your hand was gently placed in the lowest part of my back pulling me close swaying to the music dancing has never felt so seductive brushing my …
Old Man
Old man's whiskey soaked voice crackles sparks explode translucent color drenched skies Blues man juke joint a few steps from the past reflect back dancing hands held high fingers snapping deja vu sweet drifting Westminster shuffle bump and grind heart's beat keeping time same swagger tilt of his head continues to mesmerize... © 2016 Trilby …
Our Worlds Collided
This time of the year comes around sails full and heart strings pull ....which way do I lean A hard wind blows and I still don't know how to live this life ...in the darkness Candle light seeps through veins of hope and the night dances on and on off in the distance a familiar …
Second Wind Next Life
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 …
Flight
A slight movement forward wind shifts suddenly and there is a tumbling sensation in each step I've taken your touch was never an absolute and as much as I knew that going in it's the coming out that's another story time is not on my side and as I wander between my thoughts there is …
Beach Walk Mid July
Cold winter days circle around in a flurry snowflakes fall gently solitude in daydreams and sweet whispered words make me blush at the thought of what could be if only to let go... I wonder if we are a good fit or if when time tells its tall tale an unedited version of truth - …
Trilby Yates 