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…
It takes a sacred space in the heart To truly own and except what has been Words spoken or the silence of the unspoken The proverbial bell that can't be un-rung "I love you" never passes through lips or floats in the airWhen reality is like a twist of the heart stringsAt first it is …
They say things happen for a reasonIt is what it is - so on and so on I am a blank page, a clean slateI believe it to be mine aloneMy personally drawn life map Day by day, sun shining - the sounds of a mourning dove's cooMy likes, dislikes, love and lovers; friends or …
Late night summer walk up the hill to an InnThat rests high above the sea Starlight so clear, bright; still amazes me Enough to stop, take a breath; pause Each step is a reminder of all that I have ...found and lost Where I've been and where I'm going Should I go left or right …
Imagine stepping outside; early enough to witnessthe sun just about to rise, throwing streaks of goldslowly opening the screen door, old wood frame hearing sounds; sounds of the largest formation on the planet, uninterrupted with its intentions, motivations and natural ability of simply being a silhouette of sand and sea; birds fly overhead seashells scattered …
There is something about the way Early morning light bounces and throws patterns Lacy images shadows outline of a lovers bodyReminders of times and momentsI hold so dear so tightly my chest achesWith no reason clarity or explanation of my own And every song that ever moved me Or word that held me with gentle …
I move reluctantly from the fire escaping into the mist of a fog drifting off to a place of peaceful reverie - my preference over the day to day reality where love can be a facade Lyrics to old love songs hold my heart tenderly I lean into each notesway to the sound words embrace …
Rain falls warm spring late night Street lights glistensWalking the avenue Pass a favorite rendezvous Grab a corner table outside A few minutes here or there Reaching across the tableTouching your face Flash back to when I believed ...in the possibility of love © 2022 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
I walk in the tall grass that grows on the ocean's edge To feel Feel more connectedEach step brings me closer to the source of my hearts own beat As the grass glides between my fingers it's as if the heavens above are opening up to let me in with all my imperfections all my …
One in the sameUniquely similarUncomfortably familiarMoving full circleLike it or notIt is what it isWho's whoAnd what's whatNarcissistic dialogueOne of a kindFeedback loops aroundChoking someFreeing othersFind your niche babyHip Hop BobbysoxerBohemianBeat GenerationHobo BansheeHippieHipsterGen X Y Z AlphaShacking upHanging outFree loveFriends with benefitsFriends of friendsAcquaintanceStrangersOne night standHit and runBlind dateHooking up What the fuckAll I know …
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