neva-floresEcho

53 / F / American
Sometimes I Need SpaceI have a garden full of time as a beautiful display when twilight goes to sleep and my true self finds balance. Here I find the brightest side of myself and fear cannot tear me down with its dark silence. / I can see a crescent moon connected to my life story as an illusion within a reality where I can feel the roaming of my soul. And my head never bends low when I seek the solution to finally be whole. / Yes, sometimes I need a bit more space where no other presence walks upon my solitude, where my mind can rest. This is the place where I can pick up my pen and let my heart bleed how I am blessed.
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Dec 29, 2019
The Threads that Trace Your LipsBefore showers of a shipwreck aged the cobwebs within the expansion of time to become a new day, I felt the breeze of you. Your laughter kept me awake and wrapped my sleep, in hours. There, I walked in places, where all your gardens grew. / I whirled in the comprehension of your candle’s light encased in a thousand thoughts of last year’s stars, their immortality. Yes, I’m still here upon this throne held captive by your smile. The very image keeps darkness frozen, far away from me. / The fragrance of your mind is the mirror my soul admires in a silence that winds the threads that trace your lips. Here is the place where I hear music that says, “I love you”, inside of memories. My words fill up this page and your heart tastes each sip.
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Apr 15, 2019
Sunset of Words and PhrasesA wild new wind northeasterly blew across all you needed to slow your pulse, send you on a quest deep enough for years. There you looked into the keyhole once again and found yourself distracted by the very heart of all your fears. / Streams of it’s your own **** fault entered both your ears in faint beams of weathered destinations where you danced on frozen lakes. It’s there you realized you had been introduced to the roots which seal a kiss with all of your heartaches. / You ask yourself if it’s harder to abandon the clouds of experience, walk away and rise to see what you can see. While I watch you leave a legacy of tilting windmills on a sunset of phrases and words that breathe in a ceremony only heard by me.
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Apr 13, 2019
An Echo Finds ContentmentA pulse could hush the feel of skin / as it runs peaceful, always on the move. / There is an inside outside
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Nov 5, 2018
Your Word StringsShow me home in your eyes of fire / while still setting me free / to cross those bridges
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Oct 15, 2018
Open Book of GlassIs it even possible to contemplate a sea of promises unfolding petal by petal like an open book made of glass? If I saw my world as a heartbeat would tonight be different than the flight of my past? / Why should everything dwell among a skin of silent beauty while the fire waits for meaning from a grain of sand? Is it because our eyes lack hearts that sing to the butterflies as they arrive and land? / Should I hide behind the universe of whispering trees and brush my hands across the doors that keep me wishing? Until, I wonder if I’ll run out of rhymes if I part myself from my inner beauty misting.
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Oct 1, 2018
One Storm Caught a KissA touch we took, because each breath we wore, whispered yes, inside the searching. So, we circled all our pride with warmth of reason, so we could keep from hurting. / We both smiled at those clouds of divine truth, spinning backwards as they dispensed. Since an appetite for silence, fueled the moon and stars in this world, as our defense. / One storm caught a kiss we thought had touched the ground of breathtaking rivers to the sea. Yet, neither of us cried out in fear or yearned to fill the empty space, left for free.
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Sep 17, 2018
Shades of Red the SameDrifting in the folds of a spark you come / as a splash of cold water / in my face. Appears, I underestimated,
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Sep 16, 2018
Encased CastlesEncased castles wouldn’t hear / what might have been / or a promise of immediate loss.
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Dec 29, 2015
A Shade of SecretsWhen we look at what is already spoken, / the words cannot live / if contained.
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Dec 16, 2015
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