Tears Cry Tears of Their Own - March 31, 2013

Tears Cry Tears of Their Own

 Suddenly my thoughts run deeper

and become folded

inside the scent of the air

until they pull on my heart-strings

and watch

my tears cry tears of their own.

And I laugh and smile,

pretend to be happy

as if I don't remember

you're gone.

However, sorrow brings truth

as it closes in

to unravel the seconds

of each sleepless night

I have held for years unknown.

And I realize,

it's time to move forward,

stop letting my tears

cry tears

of their own.

© 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Where Darkness Dares Not Speak - March 21, 2013

 

Tomasz Alen Kopera

Where Darkness Dares Not Speak

I sit among the winds of human souls
where darkness dares not speak
of storms that rock deep anguish
until it becomes
a fire inside you.
These winds are more complete
when they rest upon my tongue
and get lost inside a dance
crying “let me go”
without use
of a cold attitude.

No fear do I have
of the years gone by,
I barely knew
of their passing.
It seems as if their value
has been exiled to a corner,
left there
to dream.
So I can sit among the winds
without a single care
crashing in and demanding
I have remorse
for holding back
the years
self-esteem.

Where there is sinister intent
and darkness clouds the sky,
there are moments
when the secrets of the wind
chase the substance
known as peace.
I feel the heat against my body
as I sit among the winds
accepting kisses
on my lips
from years gone by,
exiled............
begging for release.

© 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Breath of a Rose - March 04, 2013