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Internal Battle

Sometimes I get tired of having so little time
and plainly seeing my surroundings
crying out before the scent of dawn
has bloomed.
Can a single cloud breathe in
all of the warm air
that hails my universe,
removing all reason to wake up,
live life and resume?

I look at fleeing ships
whose sails are full of thunder
and I hear a song
dissolving the wildest parts of me.
Each note dances in the breeze
dropping its own melody
inside my heart
until it becomes the only thing
I hear inside my soul
and I struggle to even

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/30/2011


Poetic Showers

If ever there were no secret depths
inside the corners
of a heart,
perhaps lips would not
whisper words
with no preconceptions.
We could paint the air we breathe,
gentle colors that softly speak
to the mind
in a misty lullaby’s reflection.

If we could swim within our words
touching gray areas
with kisses of time
perhaps, we could gather waves
to last throughout the years.
In the dark of night,
our hearts’ would blush,
as they existed side by side
on the edges
of our atmosphere.

Wherever our hands desired to wander,
unnoticed they would never be,
flaming winds stirring
precious hours.
Once again, we could sleep on beds
of soft words raining down
into all of our emotions
and dream
in poetic showers.

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/25/2011


Serenading Your Basis

You are a perfect branch
from yourself.
I have been waiting
at your roots,
trying to find myself.

Which part of your trunk
do I stem from,
I cry out to the moon.
Am I not a part of you
whose flowers
are in tune?

I am sharing needful moments
full of sensations anew;
becoming naked
with each breath I take,
singing a song
of truth.

Staring into forever
my heart pounds
with hopes and dreams.
I am waiting at your roots,
with beauty bursting
at my seams.

You are a perfect branch,
no need to conform.
I am here
serenading your roots
to become your flowers that adorn.

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/25/2011


Exhaled as Poetry

I feel your tenderness underneath my bare feet;
see my face as a reflection
of a flame, in your eyes.
One thousand teardrops
fell from your heart,
love swallowed each one.
Tasting comfort inside a smile,
a heart grows fond of drinking
love’s replies.

Your words fall as leaves
into the river of my heart’s desire,
come to life
as I exhale them as poetry.
Each breath I take
rises against another,
creating feelings inside my heart,
ringing in tones that listen to each thought;
bringing such a lovely peace
to me.

I am embraced by breezes
stirred from a lasting love
that has grown strong like an oak tree,
it bends but never breaks.
Love now sails as notes
pouring from my lips.
My heart leaps with joy
and sings replies perhaps unheard,
but felt with each breath
I take.

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/11/2011


Burning Letters I Never Wrote

Keeping please and thank you
within the answers held far
from talking eyes.
Is a burst of air splashing casually
from the pages of a book,
waltzing into sighs.

I just saw indignation
standing out in a thin smile again.
Emotionless laughter is at my door
with another sign, still and pausing
when night has entered
silently my friend.

On one side little boxes full of hope
grow bigger as they sit.
Yet, misting gently in the distance
comes the morning
instinctively they grow smaller
then they quit.

I do not know where I should be walking
or if I should mention what I see.
When uncertainty brings a little chill
hardens this soft heart
I carry
here inside of me.

You may hear stones from the ground
drinking the truth from my hands.
But not, if you still have
an axe to grind
stupidities pipe to smoke
at your command.

Listen to the cries of no, no, no
breathing inside all human souls.
Close your eyes and pretend
you are in Disneyland
burning every letter I sent you
but never wrote.

Your breath will come in a whispered kiss,
running through your head.
The poison from your mouth
will empty out into all the goodbyes
you meant, but never
quite said.

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/06/2011


Language of Desire

Finding myself within a language
that lives inside
the grain of spheres
containing spirits of desire.
My pulse raced with a freedom
not caring to resist
the deliciousness of fire.

I traveled through rooms
where love songs
echoed from the roar of lions.
Sometimes I wandered as a lady fair
who steadied herself
only to disappear
on the horizon.

Descending from speech,
each breath I took
was cast upon the swift currents
where hearts
are often drowned.
I came face to face with fire
collided safe and sound.

Can you hear the words I speak
in this language
known as the spirit of desire?
Does your pulse race
as my own,
not caring
to resist the fire?

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/31/2011


When Light Did Impart

Twisted within the East
we drank in silent footsteps
halfway between the days,
at least a thousand times.
Hidden inside our slumber,
visions of strength came into view,
through years unkind.

Pictures of sweetness
lay under everything we saw.
No second thoughts drifted
from our pillows.
Until we wandered into the rains
that fell from the shadowed eyes
of our unsung heroes.

Faded air from the West
turned corners,
began to shine upon our names.
We all confessed from our souls
as we watched storm clouds gather
at midnight,
heard in the sound of our shame.

Soft singing was heard
from the South
emptying love into all of our senses.
A sea of wild seeds
became an orchard of understanding;
storm clouds lifted
a thousand footsteps’ defenses.

Great treasure came from the North
bringing heaven’s hope
quietly to fill the holes in our hearts.
Our souls all became
transparent as glass as we drank
in new strength
when light did impart.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/30/2011


Shadows Seek My Eden

I know of something acquainted
with the nearest shadows
seeking to stand in my Eden.
Seen as flames
my footsteps have gone from this world
I no longer taste their freedom.

The cold hard ground checks my validation,
keeps me here every day.
Beautiful places like that of my Eden
make passion felt even more,
losing the mask of my face,
slip sliding away.

All the beautiful seals are removed from my bells.
However, I still hear them ring.
My feet once danced as unbound flames
in my lovely Eden.
Until shadows sprang from pages
and began to sing.

Moments are erased revealing thoughts,
opening the heart
when the earth hangs on a day’s silence.
Questions rise then crumble
into the nearest shadow’s hands that fight
my splendid Eden’s wildness.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/28/2011



I am chasing rhythms, following time,
waking up with the night
on my skin.
My eyes promise skies
full of satisfaction
diving into waves of desire
again and again.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/26/2011


Yesterday’s Hours Lie Unread

That I might sit
by the window waiting to live
all my days
on the edge of this
I write.
Within the quality of a voice
falling on every word
I hear in my heart,
full of colorful passion and light.

By me, many things
still breathe
encircling to rise inside
meanings I find
when waking,
bringing tears of joyful destiny.
Their beauty reveals who I am
in blissful shades
of ink-filled ecstasy.

These true feelings run deep
waves sweetly falling
from the hands
of my muse.
This I have always known.
Reflecting sudden stirrings
of my mood in winds
that move these hands
of my own.

Should I become something new
perhaps a silent beauty
sitting here
mulling words over in her head.
Questioning tomorrow
before discovering
yesterday’s hours still lie

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/21/2011