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…
Old man sits with his back to the wallA clear view of his surroundings; doors, windows There is nothing left up to chance not even ghosts from his pastBlack crow's cage hangs from a hook in the ceilingAnd when the wind whistles it sends a chill across the marsh One doesn't have to wonder or …
Spent the night gazing at the stars with the city sky outlining everything naked and in disguise I drifted off to sleep just as my ghosts are coming to call answering few questions and leaving me with more All the nuances of someone that never bleeds out and praying is for the delusional I hold …
There is a sliver of hesitation between what love brings And what love takes and yet the desire to attain it...remainsA heart beat that bounces; not an echo or flat landingA thread connecting the heart, the push and pull - the in-betweenHow often can a slight blush of the cheek Turn into much more than …
I sleep wrapped in a cloak of ambivalence; yet hopeful and dreams feel more like wakeful moments that play out in the dark of night eyes closed vibrant visuals engaging all of my senses they are heightened floating in a safety zone a place that appears surreal I can feel his heartbeat against the palm …
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 …
I once knew a man that held my hand - from afar He told me we don't bounce the way we used to As I'm laying on the floor, those words I am pondering My mind wanders; Man on Wire, Petit has my utmost respect ©2022 TrilbyYates
Evening falls, surround sound lull with the slightest hiss and rattle Background ambience for the weak; the feeble and absent minded The full wolf moon is on the rise A soothing vibe transports me into a trance-like lovely sleep Somewhere in the upper level; reminiscent of a sky in a da Vinci painting Glorious and …
Everyday is a live look 360 degree spin off flash Yesterday, last week, Three weeks and counting The fog is setting A full moon on the rise And in my brain Images begin to fade It's as if the imprint Didn't take hold Didn't etch its initials Three levels deep Scratched the surface, Drew blood, …
Snow falls covering the river and for a moment as hours pass endless imagery for the weary a respite a touch of awe and delight the beauty reaches deep into my chest encompassing it a gentle massage to the heart keeping the beat rhythm-atic so not to grow cold - from the inside out the …
Trilby Yates 