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…
We walked over the bridge together Symbolic We held hands I could feel the pulse In-sync There were posters banners Handwritten messages The sentiment One and the same The drum beat Kept us unitedAllies Shared around the countryEvery cityEvery communityEvery state#OurBodyOurChoice#BansOffOurBodiesI thought about my grandmother, JennieSuffragetteI thought about my mother, DorothyCivil RightsMy sister, Jenny myself …
The Dead Poet rating "A" makes my heart sing And a photo is like capturing a moment in time Fireflies in a jar, blowing dandelions into the wind with a wish Hanging on like a trapeze artist - grace and daring A sliver of time, a glance, a kiss - your hand holding mineWe walk …
Wrapped in another causebells and whistles banners and such I walk the walk and talk the talk but when the train drags me home and I'm walking down the sidewalk my pace slows and my heart races as I sink into the emptiness that is waiting for me 3rd floor walk up with glorious windows …
Men march, their torches burn in the night their women stand street side weeping; not for fear, but emotions emotions so powerful they overflow tear stained faces passion and love You put another log on the fire and I am thankful that you have a turn of the century fireplace in the Big Apple west …
...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 …
Hey...you...pssst...floating Lightly from high above The cement masses Whistles and cat calls Reminiscent of a 50's B flick With blonde bombshells And well manicured mustaches That get twisted when the mood shifts From scene to scene Little girl with grown up shoes Struts her stuff While taking another puff Long thin 100s imported Via her …
Had a dream about you last night; seems since we had our inconsequential meeting - inconsequential feels so removed and so cold and my head hurts when I think and I'm starting to feel too old to be a player in the dating game ... anyway Confirmation washes over me like the cold waters of …
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 …
Words dripping from my lips mid sentence lapse of judgment makes no sense to let them fall but I'm feeling empty headed And I can't get beyond my own thoughts and on a better day I would know it's not about you at all... - this is just about me ... now I'm stumbling around …
Trilby Yates 