Southeastern, GA, USA    1966 -   
"The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that
without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.”
― Pearl S. Buck

© all poems are intellectual property of Neva Flores
"The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that
without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.”
― Pearl S. Buck

© all poems are intellectual property of Neva Flores

In the warmth of my emotions
written words are weighed
for someone new.  
They listen for something more
than this poet ever found
in that intricate box of you.

Nothing keeps me from smiling
at a single breath
of that which I love more.
When I feel those morning winds
brush across my words
of unknown shores.

I’m a moment
carrying a brilliant idea
with a voice soft as petals falling.
Listen to my poetry come alive inside
the empty space
of your heart’s calling.

Your eyes sing the words
I wrote for you
each time a tear rolls down your face.  
Your poet sifted the sands of time,
written words
have been erased.

Copyright @2015 - Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
Neva Flores Smith
Neva Flores Smith
Jan 31      Jan 31

I once thought the sky was empty,
didn't notice my love for life deep inside myself.  
At the mercy of the sleep I found inside footsteps
of someone else.

I did not know if I should grace the ground
with all I believe my thoughts complete.
Or build walls around today
so as not to feel the loss of my defeat.

I saw forever in the past speaking to my soul
with a grip of the darkest hesitance.  
It broke my heart when I was born
like a man avoids his dying dance.

I once thought of your fingerprints as the deeper story
I carried with me at night.  
But I was simply masking all my feelings,
unknown, out of sight.

So, don’t try to read my mind
from your chariot full of problems, or be my puppet master.  
I can see you drowning in a storm of yesterday,
sinking ever faster.

Copyright @2015 - Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
  Reposted by Neva Flores Smith  ·  Dec 25, 2014
Luna
Luna
Dec 24, 2014      Dec 25, 2014

it's incredible
how i stopped wishing
that somehow
we'd get caught under a mistletoe

i actually don't know if this sounds more like a happy poem or a sad poem... i guess it is up to you
Neva Flores Smith
Neva Flores Smith
Nov 23, 2014      Nov 23, 2014

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
  Reposted by Neva Flores Smith  ·  Oct 25, 2014
Kur
Kur
Oct 18, 2014

used to think I couldn't go a day
without your smile
without telling you things
and hearing your voice back.
Then, that day arrived and it was so damn hard
but the next was harder.
I knew with a sinking feeling
it wasn't going to be okay for a very long time.

because losing someone isn't an occasion or an event.
It doesn't just happen once.
It happens over and over again.
I lose you  every time I pick up your favorite coffee mug:
whenever that one song plays on the radio,
or when I discover your old t-shirt at the bottom of my laundry pile.
I lose you every time I think of kissing you,
holding you, or wanting you.
I go to bed at night and lose you,
when I wish I could tell you  about my day.
And in the morning,
when I wake and reach  for the empty space across the sheets,
I begin to lose you all over again.

I would like to share one of my favorite poems. This is written by Lang Leav, part of her newly released book, Lullabies.
Neva Flores Smith
Neva Flores Smith
Oct 25, 2014      Oct 25, 2014

I heard your fingers point at metaphors
that confused your mind.
I saw your comfort become woven
around the mask you wear,
when like you failed to find.

What if I told you of those hidden scars
those words could simply free?
Would you become a reflection
of the sun, or pretend
you don't hear me?

Copyright @2014 - Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
  Reposted by Neva Flores Smith  ·  May 26, 2014
Mark Albert
Apr 26, 2014

I don't want the power in love
I don't aim to be your master
Falling down all around
like so much well meant disaster

Oh, I never wanted a slave
I pursue a life less ruled
But if you walk without your chains
Perhaps we can make each other crazy

I'm just a human in need of suspense
no failures here, no dire need of gold
Just a falling down all around
a need for truth to be told.

Oh I'm no angel
nor aspiring demon
I'm just a human
in need of bein'.

If you walk, walk with me
I do not follow
but I will hold you
and drive you crazy

I pursue a life of me
where I want to go
and I don't want you to be
just someone to follow

I want a partner
friend, confidant...
I need a defender
and someone crazy

Someone crazy like
someone crazy about
someone I can be crazy
for and with and
forever.

 
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