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Squeaky wheel gets the grease
Try your best to remain silent
Grim reaper's dreadful lease
Kindness kills so very violent

Let them talk, and grab all the attention
Check your clock, file for an extension
Avoid the flock , ignore the convention
Long beach walk, to another dimension

The loudest voice
The most obtrusive
Now Make a choice
I'll remain elusive

So listen up I have a story to tell
About a young boy stuck in a well
Confined to a silent but deadly cell
Plagued by his own personal hell

Stick to the plan and stay prudent
To become a man first be a student

Stop, look and listen and forever you will learn
Lessons will arise and they will once again burn
Never take anything that you truly didn't earn
Impatience always rewards the bold out of turn
It  felt,
     like a dream remembered,
a gift bestowed for no reason, save mine.
Conscious discovery yielding an oasis
     from tempest or doldrum.
     Without the energy or tension of a search
     No plan born from need or design
     No thoughtful execution of a magazine get-away
Luxurious coincidence, well cherished

Faithful lawn chair positioned for comforted discovery
     A bath of sunlight and blue, still skies
     Occupied birds singing faint chorus to joy and spring
     Not begging for attention or warning, lest they disturb.

A cool spot found beneath the sheets by my wandering toes
     When warmth has stayed too long and threatens to be wearisome
     Lounging in the arms of my beloved, just longer than expected
     The sweet kiss of familiar lips full and lingering

Chance audience to a little one's discovery
     When no one is watching, a glimpse
     the unfolding world of a child
     Echoing back to wonder and a reminder

The observed gait of a cat in  open grass
     Her movement and mechanics newly seen
     Exquisite design for her own purposes
     And a glimpse into a world that is not ours

Not demanding attention
     They pale my designs and grand efforts
     They embarrass the clumsy media
With the slow fall of a reddened leaf in autumn
     Dancing this way and that to find its place on earth
Inviting me to see
If you need a lover,
count on me no longer.
I've got to let you go,
I've got to become stronger.

Please don't call me baby,
please don't call me dear.
there's no more going back,
my path is finally clear.

Please forget the memories,
please forget the flame.
but if you need a friend,
please don't forget my name.
A beautiful dream rests
where it chooses to.
Far apart from stormy bodies
of gray clouds.
It becomes the comforter
resting, inside
every part of you.
As betrayal
is a word
never whispered
by a heart
that doesn't know how.
Copyright @2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

For M.A.S.
I can sit here for an hour
scouring letters of mine to
combine for you but the truth
of the matter is that the letters
could break and shatter
and you'll still
spill like ink into a lacquer.
The letters don't matter.
The letters don't matter.

You do.
Pour l'amour de mon existence, Kyran.
There was a time when I would care
There was a time I didn't bother with caring
Now i just don't know

there was a time when I would cry for being hurt
There was a time when I would force the tears back and just keep moving
Now I have no idea

There was a time when I would have loved to be in your company
There was a time when I hated being near you
Now I just don't know

There was a time for everything
There was a time for nothing
There was a time
Then There wasn't a time
You are my split-apart. A sliver of me that twinks
in the chill dark
of your absinthe, absent.
A corrosive mender
of fences
That I drink
with.
and drink
hard

A jab
and a flick
of a kiss
that I long
for.

A short
court and spark
that i'm always up
for.
So sorry 'bout the mess
but the next thing
to conquer
is shame
without naming
the game
we wake up
for

god knows nothing
but sharp sticks
and halos

but i know

you love

me.
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