You in Yourself - November 23, 2014

You in Yourself

You in yourself,

treasure your secrets

inside a trance,

as your greatest work of art.

You lay them down  

as your reality

among the colorful leaves

then let them lie….

to your heart.

I simply wait

as your diamond

for you to turn the pages

of my body

while you sing.

I’m left dreaming of your smile

within a roaring tide

believing your time….

is everything.

Copyright@2014 - Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm

Silencing the Beauty of My Breath - March 31, 2014

Silencing the Beauty of My Breath

My heart loves the eyes of time 
and inside I feel that I know I hold the soul 
which looks into the life of each and every word
holding the light of my life each day.  
The world hears my mind and sees my eyes 
when night places a smile on my face. 

My heart sees the sweet dreams of the sun 
when my tears hand my spirit
to the song of the air 
and my thoughts hand my pain to truth 
and the winds of the moon.  
Still,  I wonder, 
what right do my wings have 
to silence the beauty of my breath so soon.  

Your voice walks softly 
as it sings to the shadows of the sea 
and I wonder
if I will sleep with the thought of your lies
touching my skies 
and if I will feel your kiss speaking to me.  
While I watch the places
where your memories rain on the peace
your lips deceived so free.

Once,
I thought I heard you dancing to the left of the winds 
and I thought hope would listen 
and be filled with the music of change
wishing I'd known I could forget the sound. 
Because  I saw the sight of darkness 
and still remembered the light
I had found.

I now rest in the coldness of what I write 
and stop your arms from burning the sweetness
of the end of my years
with your clouds and your flowers that are broken so gently.  
Yet,
still............
the waves of your flames
seek the silent softness
within the paths of me.

Copyright @2014 - Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm

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.

Dearest,

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

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,

trapped,

as you linger

while your world

falls apart.

You have fallen asleep

inside the shadow

of loneliness

those towering boxes

provide.

Tip them over with the truth

resting inside you

and wake

where happiness hides. 

Copyright @2013 - Neva Flores -Changefulstorm

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

May 02, 2013 - Spinning Round Here Insane

Photo Manipulation by Kirsten Keller aka Lhianne

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,

stroking........

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,

stinging..........endlessly.

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

here......

insane.

© 2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

When Night Stands on the Waters - April 11, 2013

Marcobusoni

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 

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

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

Climbing Mountains to Catch the Moon - Dec. 26, 2012

 

C.C. Charron 

 Climbing Mountains to Catch the Moon

Some try to convince themselves,
this is the rarest of sensations
as they walk along the edges of a place
where their name is whispered by a spring
that flows to love all. 
Still, we wonder
if it takes a truly perfect heart
beating softly
inside of a self-built cocoon
to be inspired,
hear the call. 

Does nightfall build the pressure felt
of those who fall
until they lower their expectations
find they are climbing mountains
hoping to catch
the silvery moon?
Is it not obvious that these hearts
will travel fearlessly
always bowing their heads
and closing their eyes,
in hope true love
will blossom soon.

I wonder if they have folded their hearts'
around an ache
no one is able to see.
Or if this is only the beginning
of recognizing myself
in their mirror. 
This rare sensation I feel
walking along the same edge
is merely erasing each step
fearlessly taken.
The silvery moon
has not....
grown any nearer.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Two-Same View, Same Beat-One - December 22, 2012

Adam Martinakis

Two-Same View, Same Beat-One

The fire of love clings to hidden winds

and flourishes as it turns

without thought

to envelop the music

of your imagination.

It then peeks at the silence

created by its own tug of war

whispering..........

come one, come all,

feel this sensation.

The fire of love removes all distance,
chants your name
until our bodies  blur space and time
and you and I find
we are viewing the world
through the same pair of eyes.
Between our hearts
we both know
desire feeds the flame,
listen to them beat,
the rhythm.........
is now
the same.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Numbed by "I Don't Care" - Dec. 13, 2012

Obrazek

Numbed by "I Don't Care"

My senses wonder how to find peace
among company not familiar
with the lightest touch.
Even though I have written down
everything of which I dream.
My words are not heralded
by the new age the same
because a pebble
means more to them
than a beautiful sunset's beams.

The youngest
seem to rise inside the walls
with no names,
disguised as sparkling diamonds
known as hope.
I must beware of their winds
as they can overwhelm
the very air I cradle and for which I fight.
Or, I may find my Heaven
has become absent
and that I have given up everything
I know to be right.

I could look straight through the glass
and hear the strangest voices ever
from my reality.
And, I would want to know
what lies at the bottom,
posing as flowers for my hair.
Still, I find there are wrinkles in my climate
painted on the panes of life,
numbed by “I don't care”.

If I tried to escape or perhaps fight
for what I believe,
would I be considered shallow?
Could I still feel   the appeal of peace
or would I want to cover my heart in sleep?
So, I watch the schemes
of those not familiar with the lightest touch
then watch them drink the wine
of what they reap.

Copyright @2012 - Neva Flores - Changefulstorm