Dust Gathering on My Rhymes - Feb. 26, 2013

Renso Castaneda

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

Broken Wing of a Friend - Feb. 13, 2013

littlenad1 - Deviantart

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

Seconds Within Your Light - Feb. 06, 2013

Jose Parra

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

My Constant - January 17, 2013

Joseph Edward Southall

My Constant 

You are My Constant, touching my skies

and surrounding me with the pleasure

of your existence.

This is an ancient truth

held by the hand of time

and cannot be concealed

or brought down,

futile is resistance.

I will never exhibit thorns

in between my words

or to your feelings

when walking alone

on the shores of my sea.

You are My Constant,

sailing always in the back of my mind,

a ship flying your colors

to the port of me.

You are My Constant.

The one I can never forget.

Without words you have spoken

to my heart

all these years.

You are my sun,

the light of all my hope.

My Constant,

the one I hold inside my heart,

most dear.

© 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Raining Silent Moisture - Jan. 12, 2013

Photography by Neva Flores

Raining Silent Moisture

I wander through your thoughts
with eyes full of silent moisture
falling down on those walls
you blindly live behind.
I listen to the loneliest heartbeat
convincing your other half,
inner peace.........
has been found.
Planting seeds in your mind.

I wonder should I leave this place
never return to visit
your future full of pain,
or continue raining silent moisture every day.
These walls you live behind are a fortress
that drain my soul,
no matter how hard I try,
alone.....
I cannot make them dissipate.

© 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Skating to the Stars - Jan. 6, 2013

Skating to the Stars

When one skates to the stars
with feet called to wait on the sunrise,
it is said their hearts are hungry
for the dreams full of love
to return again.  
The taste of this hunger
travels with them
into the darkness full of stars
and stirs every sunset
they see
in their domain.

Sometimes this makes one feel
like running away
to erase the past and all pleasures
which made them feel complete
each and every morning.
Still, they know,
love will continue as part of those dreams.
So they skate
to the stars,
to see
what a new sunset
brings.

© 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Unravel the Night - Dec. 29, 2012

 

Liu Zhan

Unravel the Night

Unravel the night as it nods off

to become a wall of darkness

until the sun looks into your eyes

once again

and you feel the pain of truth.

Then tell me what is real

among the promises we have made

and why the blood running through our veins

speaks of us,

as our hearts are seduced.

How can we continue to live on the edge

where each breath we take

challenges our bodies to become

victoriously in control?

When our hearts' wish to speak

of the need to see each other's face

and how love's flame burns

within our eyes then moves

inward to the depth

of our souls.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm