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…
October blows in like a wounded animal screaming profanities of pain and discomfortand I'm under the covers, a frightened child with my own wounded psyche lost in the sound of the wind whispering the Hail Mary, Hail Mary, full of grace full of grace, Our Father who...full of grace, the Lord is with thee Our …
We have a conversationSame old same old Yet, it never passes the test of timeMy mother won't hold my hand But she told me she would always love me...onceWords spoken dead of night dreams illuminate She comes to me in a haze of clouds A heavenly sound; flutter of angel's wingsI hesitate to remain emotion …
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 …
Recollection torn side swipe that first invasion that first intrusion 6 maybe 7 a blur a clean break not a splintered snap or scrape leaving flesh or bone behind a clean clear break a nothingness a child erased innocence obliterated thin air smoke rising high dissipates disappears evaporates the form remains hollowed out - inside …
I fill my room with black balloons helium high keeps me up at night but that's the least of my worries and I have few in comparison to years ago when I dreaded the rise of the sun...or its setting The clouds hang low every now and then And off in the distance there is …
Early morning light peers through tiny cracks like a private eye - subtle surveillance Between nightmares and day-dreams there is a harsh sense that shoots across the sky As reality focuses on the blurred vision of weary eyes and the only time line has spanned the universe A love that lives in another sphere…what is …
If I could I would... Sell everything I own Close all my bank accounts Never pay taxes that would fund another war Let my hair grow long and wear it in dread locks Sleep on the beach under a sky filled with stars Spend endless hours walking the shoreline collecting sea glass and shells Once …
Your father is not mine My mother is yours We grew up in the same house Your eyes are blue Mine brown We shared the same dreams and nightmares You carried yours As a concealed weapon hidden Mine on my sleeve A rebel flag fully exposed You ran with the wind at your back chasing …
Trilby Yates 