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…
...and the question rises; my heart sinks Into the deep blue in his eyesOur song hums in the background; He touches my left hand...questionMy chest stirs but love hasn't filled the hairline fractures Or smoothed the ragged edgesIs love a possibility? The hands of the clock Continue to circle I have no answers, no quick …
Spent the night gazing at the stars with the city sky outlining everything naked and in disguise I drifted off to sleep just as my ghosts are coming to call answering few questions and leaving me with more All the nuances of someone that never bleeds out and praying is for the delusional I hold …
Your love is like hitting a hairpin turn; high speed junkie ...and I don't know what to doShould I put on the breaks or let go of the wheel and let it fly...More of a statement than a question...I suppose © 2021 TrilbyYates
Evening falls, surround sound lull with the slightest hiss and rattle Background ambience for the weak; the feeble and absent minded The full wolf moon is on the rise A soothing vibe transports me into a trance-like lovely sleep Somewhere in the upper level; reminiscent of a sky in a da Vinci painting Glorious and …
Skyline sunrise, sunset; distant star off to the left shines bright Wisdom goes hand in hand with missteps and slit wrists; a metaphor to describe and convey the impact - dramatic effect and such Sleepless nights, slow mornings, afternoons turn into evenings without incident And when memories dance about it's as if some cruel entity …
Zip ties, dead bolt locked up tight Cardboard boxes, wrapping paper and tape Piles of questions and lost hopes - reflection, reflection Hindsight is a pathway to If only, what if I should have, could have, Why didn't I? Am I a reluctant recipient? Widow Of The Harbor - forever more? Walking alone because time …
I linger I move from here to there I question every word ...every moment I hold my breath to keep the pain out I hold my chest to keep the pain in I linger I go over everything my memory holds I dissect the gestures, the nuances, 444 I hold my chest to keep my …
Woke up, partial light seeps into dreamscapes and nightmares somewhere out there a thought flies across a cyber sky - no color faux stars shine bright land on the floor next to discarded clothing from the night before a chill in the air and semi-frost on the window-pane child writes I love you finger tip …
October the month of pumpkins and candy corn, Witches, black cats, black hats and broom sticks "I am the granddaughter of the Witches you could not burn" A sentiment held close to my heart even when burdened The scent of allspice and clove, wishful thinking Permeate, intoxicate and spin off earthly desires Mindset, hibernation; hoping …
Trilby Yates 