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