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…
Flying high on a bit of love and laughterand you just never surrender to the sounds. And me well hey what's it all aboutnothing happen here so I'll just fade away. "Doesn't matter much" mumbled under raspy voice with a touch of somethin or other weird ass'd mix of smoke and wine...the illegal kind. I'm goin to …
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 …
When the world is spinning out of control and there is no direction - up or down All I want to do is jump from here to there, never to return to this place of malice But, the background sound of life's merry-go-round drowns out and mutes the roar that rumbles just beneath the skin's …
What will it take to push past the moment where all my thoughts are tangled and memories, images keep weaving between tears and anger? there is no rational; truth or lies that can change the outcome the place I've landed is foreign to me uncomfortable, unprotected and roaming in the wilderness of ambivalence and uncertainty …
If you care about me You’ll stop If you care about me You will stop My breath shallow heart racing Paralyzed Wrapped in fear pulse rate High And you just smile Keep walking toward me In that moment my mind Slips away A split fracture Separating mind from body And as words are spoken Flash …
Yea, I can't quite shake the dreams that haunt me those images that play out slowly drag on black and white as if from another time another sliver between now and then a wedge between the past and the present moving forward is a monumental task and I'm spent man worn to the bone sitting …
Hiding in the shadows of my room with the door closed - listening to the sounds listening to the sounds with my hands up against the wall And off in the distance I hear you running down the hall shouting words words of warning and well wishes completely delusional Standing in my room with the …
Drifting off left, maybe south of the last stop on any given day when all that reaches the deepest moments, the most profound statements or thoughts slip so easily from my grasp and when I let the light in the last bit of anticipation, I float alone Time shifts and the sand slips from my …
Trilby Yates 