Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Dust Gathering on My Rhymes - Feb. 26, 2013

Dust Gathering on My Rhymes
 
I am suspended in a time that is lost
in the laughter
flowing from my lips.
And no one ever told me,
there is no way out of this.

I am past recognizing solid ground
and burning
from the memories I keep.
Still, my Muse sings a lullaby
while my destiny weeps.

Paper flowers litter the floorboard
of my heart
and go up in smoke inside my head.
I can't control
a single breath ahead.

My thoughts choose to stay inside the ink
where there's no risk
of living outside this time.
I can feel dust gathering...
on my rhymes.

© 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Broken Wing of a Friend - Feb. 13, 2013



Broken Wing of a Friend

There is  a winding road that passes  by my lips 
and runs across my skin.  
When I cry it crosses  the music  of my face 
'til my heart sings again.

A long time ago, I could not understand, 
how to have the will 
 to let things go. 
Now I’ve learned to let that winding road  
display, what I did not know.

Sometimes I yearned to growl  
and taste  the pain 
of  the  tear’s of  another heart. 
I forgot  to take a place  inside their skin , 
feel the truth of their hurt.

There is a winding road that passes by my lips 
and runs across my skin. 
It  reminds me  to see 
what lies underneath ,
the broken wing 
of a friend.

Copyright @2013 - Neva Flores - Changefulstorm



Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Seconds Within Your Light - Feb. 06, 2013



Seconds Within Your Light

Coming through the night I feel strange seconds
within a familiar light.
Here is where my imagination led me to think
no one heard my plight.

Still I smiled in wonder, though the darkness
seemed stronger every second.
Because I yearned to hear your words,
know my life was in your presence.

I bade farewell to the night , closed my eyes
let those seconds pass right by.
As that familiar light that came inside,
kept your face within my sight.

Copyright © 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm