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I dreamed last night.
And for the first time in a long while
it came back to me with the morning.
A man who appeared to be a doctor entered my home unannounced.
My parent's delighted faces sent rays of light into my mind.
I looked at my cracked hands dazed away.
An uncomfortable presence filled the room with an eerie smoke.
He continued with "We are going to make you beautiful."
I never asked for this.
I never knew about this.
beautiful.
The word lost it's true meaning.
"Pick out your new eye color."
"I'll close the ragged holes on your ears."
"Better hair."
"Smaller nose."
I awoke in fright.
Then I wondered,
Out of all the dreams, why did I remember this one?
I steal a kiss from your overripe lips as my warm hands explore every corner of perfection that makes up your body.

I find a drum hidden underneath a fragile cage that beats in an uneven rhythm, going faster every time my fingers tickle your silky skin.

I lie back on my pillow taking in each scattered breath going over in my head how perfect this is.

I can't help but feel that you're the one.

The one I've been waiting for all my life.
I always told myself it was the last time.
The last love, the last loss.
You had a strong current.
Pulling me in while the waves hypnotized the walls of my heart.
I’m the fool now.
Only a silly girl makes the same mistake twice.
Or more.
I guess that makes me crazy.
I’m not going to talk to you again.
Not just for myself, but for you too.
You play the victim so well.
I’ll just leave you for the encore.
When you told me I was poison I resented you.
When I told you to go your blood boiled.
I’m going to wonder if you started liking the idea of me.
Somehow putting shackles on me gave you a sense of freedom.
You are going to ponder why I have left you so many times.
I’m going to make sure it is my last time leaving you.
You beat something too many times it dies.
I learned that through your unyielding gaze.
I don’t feel remorse.
I decided to start loving myself.
That ultimately hurt you.
I do take responsibility for my actions.
I sound cruel and crude.
**** it because it’s how I feel.
Let me go forever.
I don’t want to lead you any further through my garden mind.
I hope you find a home soon.
I see your heartbeat in every man
and I can hear your mind
even though you hide
behind the sun.
You disappear
into places of mystery    
where you survive
inside your fun.

You see yourself
as the lost make believe
and leave no room for reality
to ever be the same.
All those bridges you are burning
have you drowning
inside of your
own shame.

You want to vanish
into a spiraling truth
and be heard
by your feelings
while reaching out.  
There is no such thing as honor
when sitting on a velvet seat
where you only shout.

Your tears will soon pass
when you think
of the anticipation
of the dreams you had
in your cradle.  
Harmony breathes in a quiet breath
lasts forever
if it is able.
Copyright *2013 - Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
Imagine a universe with no galaxies, no planets, no stars, no meteors, no satellites, no moons.
A vast blackness.
Nothing to grow.
Nothing to become.
A never-ending emptiness
in which you're forced to survive.
sometimes i see the little green light
beside your name on
facebook chat
and i stare at it for a while, hoping a little
"hey! how are you?" might pop up
wondering how long i will have to wait
for you to notice me.
but then i feel pathetic because it's like
the majority of my life has been spent on
waiting
for people to notice me
and while half of me wants to be noticed,
the other half strongly wishes to remain
an anonymous quote you happened to
stumble upon in an abandoned library, or
a figment of your imagination
where every aspect of
myself
has been starved from each of your
senses
where you are left alone to wonder
if i ever actually existed
at all.
As it rests in the ground
It is deeply rooted.
Firm
Proud.

Thorns
Are a roses defense
Its’ hearts protection.
To keep it safe from
Hurt
Disappointment.

When pulled from the earth
A rose survives.
It requires only water.
A simple request.
It is persistent
Independent.

When it blooms
It reveals its beauty.
Though it doesn’t boast.
It is quiet.
It inspires
Poetry
Songs
Love.

When they speak of roses
What do they refer to?
Its pride?
Its persistence?
Its independence?
Its simplicity?
Or its beauty?

I can’t speak for them
But when I speak of roses
I speak of its’ perfection.
When I speak of a rose
I speak of you.
Our fragile lips never touch.
Forbidden fruit.
Poisonous pain.
As you go up
              I must come
                        Down.
I gaze at your perfect reflection.
I try to linger for you.
Do not weep dear we have a job to do.
My opposite obsession.
A contrary coincidence.

My unfortunate state leaves me watching lovers-
Who could be us.  
I’m left with unresolved dreams at twilight.
You may seem dreaded by most but
I count down the stars disappearing in my presence.
I’ve never seen your rays.
Your flaming passion holding our world together
As I fall apart.
You take pieces of me with you.
Have them.
Keepsakes of our nonexistent love exchanges.

For how funny a fairytale for our children.
When the moon fell-
In love with the sun.
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