It's that late night can't sleep Walking through the graveyard push When darkness is more than a symptom Or an absence of light; aphotic zone And the sun rises in the east every fucking morning Like a dagger to my heart, silver bullet to my chest There are times when those magnificent golden rays A …
Tag: time
Heaven Waits For No One
There are surreal moments fireflies flash of light in the dark electrifying shiver no lingering wisp of air left cheek touch gently and pause no hushed words carried in the wind to lead the way moments that are blinding heart breaking breathtaking leaving me drenched in memories memories that have haunted and humored me for …
Drum Beat on the Table
Walking the shoreline winter winds toss sea foam into the air - (Yes I digress) a familiar tag line used so often, the past collides with the present - life and all of its ups and downs and glory. Glory, its intentions; seriously not lost on me. ...and as if on autopilot (yet another cliché) …
Black Balloon
I fill my room with black balloons helium high keeps me up at night but that's the least of my worries and I have few in comparison to years ago when I dreaded the rise of the sun...or its setting The clouds hang low every now and then And off in the distance there is …
Time Line Unwind
Late night street lights buzz and flicker almost a bit too much of a slow beat drag slip your hand into mine and lets walk along the river Brooklyn Bridge backdrop illuminating and I can't see past the halo around your head All that glitters isn't gold and baby don't I know it to be …
Blank Slate #2
Deep breath, deep painfully deep - I inhale, count 1,2,3,4,5...5,5,5 chest aches holding more than oxygen in; exhale blowing out nothing more than possibilities for a better day, a bettter sense of wellness, a suitcase full of angst Memories are tiny clips, images wrapped within emotional set backs, images - a glimpse of things never …
Label Maker
Call it what you will Give it a name Wrapped neatly Round peg in a square hole Label it, categorize, alphabetize Comfort zone is not your own Call it what you will My experience is below the belt Anxiety felt pressure build up Pit of my stomach Elephant sitting on my chest Close my eyes …
Old Man
Old man's whiskey soaked voice crackles sparks explode translucent color drenched skies Blues man juke joint a few steps from the past reflect back dancing hands held high fingers snapping deja vu sweet drifting Westminster shuffle bump and grind heart's beat keeping time same swagger tilt of his head continues to mesmerize... © 2016 Trilby …
My Heart Reveals
Summer slumber dreams billow in a warm breeze while fall steps out in colored glory and my heart reflects all that have come and all that have gone regret seems a shallow grave without substance or worry so as time passes... and it does questions of what it all meant rise above the sense of …
Trilby Yates 