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's the turning of a key in a lock already broken The shattering of windows blown out glass Family photographs and baby dolls Blood seeps between the cracks of linoleum floors Layers of life like the traditional honey cakeReminders of how fragile independence can beLingering to the east a sentiment to destroy Off in the distance …
Days spent, medical world; I never felt the passion Hands of the clock drag around, baggage tossed like coins into the Fontana di Trevi - I still prefer gelato; anytime of day But, life has its own plan, agenda And I could just blame it on circumstance birth place, date and time; full moon or …
You might call me denigrating names Names, like sticks and stones Could break my bones Yet never truly touch me Names you would not call Your mother, sister, wife or daughter Or maybe, just maybe you would You could try to hold me back ...or attempt to hold me down And if by some cosmic …
We may be of A different blood line We are sister friends Of a similar kind And as far as Fuck ups go On a scale Of one to ten We are an odd Yet profound eleven ...and while you Laugh at me We both know I bring a smile To your mouth And nothing …
He said he knew and he finally understood it was as if a light bulb went off a flash of knowledge and he cried just a little from the sudden escape of air that surrounded him he closed his eyes and cried just a little when the knowledge poured into him ...because he knew he …
Trilby Yates 