Monday, September 2, 2013

My Heart Bleeds in Every Shade of You - Sept. 02, 2013

My Heart Bleeds in Every Shade of You

I hear my fate
surrounding your every touch
and my heart bleeds
in every shade of you.
Because of you,
the colors of my life
have become
a golden sea of happiness,
your sweet love........
breathes into.

You fulfill every dream
that has ever exhaled
into the deepest parts
of my heart.
my soul runs to you whispering,
I have arrived
with no end to my trust,
from your side..........
I will not part”.

Copyright @2013 - Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Friday, July 5, 2013

Truth - Where Happiness Hides ~ July 05, 2013

Truth - Where Happiness Hides

Towering boxes full of days
are hidden
by the lies you hold inside
your feelings.
They whisper louder
with each year that passes
sending your happiness
a reeling.

Alone, becomes the key
to your sanity,
yet burns a hole
in the palm of your heart.
You find yourself angry
at everything,
as you linger
while your world
falls apart.

You have fallen asleep
inside the shadow
of loneliness
those towering boxes
Tip them over with the truth
resting inside you
and wake
where happiness hides. 

Copyright @2013 - Neva Flores -Changefulstorm

Friday, May 17, 2013

Time Hailed the Wind - May 17, 2013

Time Hailed the Wind

From a flaming fire, Time hailed the Wind
Because he was enamored
By the way she scattered leaves in gusts so sweet
He celebrated her beauty by running his hands backward
Whirling streaks of fire in flaming heat

Morning beckoned to the hands of Time to see the Ocean wide
To try and end his celebration of the Wind
Hoping he would be enamored
By the changing tide
His backward running, he would then unwind

Time's flaming fire burned higher, as he felt a breeze
Flowing cool, on his quickly spinning hands
No rest would he find, until the Wind he pleased
Ignoring Morning, he moved even faster
Surely, she would understand

Evening persuaded Morning to leave this post to him
Thinking he could stop Time's ardent quest
Yet he forgot that true love cannot be dimmed
When he showed him all the stars
He loved best

From a flaming fire, Time hailed the Wind
Knowing that she was his one desire
Morning and Evening could never stop his hands
For Time's love for the Wind,  fed his fire

© 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Thursday, May 2, 2013

May 02, 2013 - Spinning Round Here Insane

Spinning Round Here Insane

No matter which notes are played on still waters
they weigh heavy on my pain
when they fall.
There are days when I realize
I am spinning 'round
and murmuring,
feeling forced and raw.

It seems that time dwindles down
into its own sea
then wakes the night
asking to be filled with hours.
Everything I do
seems to make time kiss the places
where I spin,
as it devours.

I can feel a searing look
from eyes on the sidelines
when I attempt to hold the jewels of darkness
next to me.
Their footsteps
are like the million curses of tears,

Before the door closes on my life's journey
I know the moon will rise
in all its angelic innocence
once again.
Until then, I will dream
of polishing those jewels,
spinning round

© 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Thursday, April 11, 2013

When Night Stands on the Waters - April 11, 2013

When Night Stands on the Waters

Exhale your emotions
onto all of our memories
waxing as poetic candles,
rub your feelings all over me.
While vague unexpected hours
root deeply
and mingle inside all they see.

I can hear our laughter lingering
when night stands on the waters
of our love,
never growing tired or flickering.
Following close behind
the heels of my heart
never leaving..........
or wandering.

We have been given a life
that comes after midnight,
guiding us,
letting no poison command our faith.
I smile,
in knowing our love
will grow stronger,
as each day passes away.

Copyright © 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm 

Sunday, March 31, 2013

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

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Where Darkness Dares Not Speak - March 21, 2013


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

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,
begging for release.

© 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

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

Thursday, January 17, 2013

My Constant - January 17, 2013

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

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Raining Silent Moisture - Jan. 12, 2013

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,
I cannot make them dissipate.

© 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Sunday, January 6, 2013

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

© 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm