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…
I'm not the nouveau-riche of poets...nor a relic of the old guardOblio - or square peg in a round hole I have no pattern no highs or lowsI don't follow a particular beat I am the off beat - out of sequenceI am a fine line between a pause- and hesitationThe path not taken The …
She counts all the men that have come and gone rise and fall tiny notches on her wall and they will never know what piece of her they have taken with them and it's not anything transparent or cliche words that rhyme or step away it's the subtleties in her voice the way she touched …
You look at me with wide eyes and wonder I tell you - you cant judge a book by its cover And I'm asking you to take a moment Take a quiet moment and think it through ...I never said I walked on water but I can feel the magic in the air and I …
Morning coffee steam rises I sleep alone… - another Friday night Dream-scape background track sea breeze My mind is like a wave Ocean tide draws back Captured vast seamless horizon helps calm unsettled nerves and swaying motion at bay Wrapped in a fog blanket There's warmth in the next line …words don't always fall so …
Trilby Yates 