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 Apr 2013 Emma
mûre
bi cycle
 Apr 2013 Emma
mûre
recycle my broken heart
separate the clean from ***** glass
and arrange like so.

Step back, look down.
The anatomy is the same
but the function is different

I have always been this way,
but I have evolved.

I am not a woman.
I am not a man.
I am a person.
It changes nothing,
and it changes everything.

Gently probe these timid valves, soothe their staccato poetry
read the weathered veins like palmistry
I shouldn't feel surprised.
My first kiss was
a girl.

It's not a phase.
It is a circle.
It is a cycle.
Suddenly my thoughts run deeper
and become folded
inside the scent of the air
until they pull on my heart-strings
and watch
my tears cry tears of their  own.  
And I laugh and smile,
pretend to be happy
as if I don't remember
you're gone.

However, sorrow brings truth
as it closes in
to unravel the seconds
of each sleepless night
I have held for years unknown.  
And I realize,
it's time to move forward,
stop letting my tears
cry tears
of their own.
Copyright *Neva Flores @2013
...3 am
and the road is a yellow
rainbow, drifting towards
a common dream of
the sleepless
Silence is the breeze that
brings so much
nostalgic sense
of humor and
makes one think how
fast the seconds go, how
life has been defined past twilight
changing existence into
memories you can't relive
Some will, in the days to
come, bring laughter
Perhaps even a single, meaningful
smile
Some will, as certain as
certainties, bring regrets and questions of
"what could have been if...?"
But for whatever shade
the moment brings, the
dawn is inevitable
and everything will be at the edge of
sunrise...
Mek
04.04.13
She only cares for lilacs.
Her favorite color's black.
She lives within a snowglobe,
and never leaves her track.

She wears him like a necklace,
or keeps him in a box.
She's so afraid of losing him;
just love and forget-me-nots.

Polish her with madness,
and paint her insanity clean.
She's honestly not as crazy as,
they'll all like to make her seem.

She only sleeps on rainy days,
only because she's afraid.
He doesn't see the beauty,
and hates being awake at 3am.

The phone is always ringing,
like the clock upon the wall.
Indie music resonates,
echoing down the hall.

She hides away alone,
with a cigarette in her hand.
The ledge of the tub is occupied;
she sits, and waits, and time goes by.

Her life is just a puzzle,
but she doesn't have a clue.
She complicates the simple things,
and makes happiness run blue.

He doesn't mind her tendencies;
he knows she's a little strange.
She wears him like a medal,
like her little trophy man.
But he knows she needs him,
he's the only sane thing he has.
 Apr 2013 Emma
Reece
Fiery orange hairs slick with diamonds
Palms outstretched for a tender touch
Oh stable stalk that holds you tall
And your heaven sent pungent scent
Fresh cut grass of the farmer's field
or the hill I would sit upon before school
with you, sweet Mary Jane

For you were love when love was disparate
And you were there when I was desperate
A comforting touch from my budding queen
Waking me from my daze in the mid afternoon
With an heir of liberation from my solitude
So I shall reap my crops, with love for you
And savour your taste as I lay in your luminescence

Dear friend of my Mother and Father
Joint matrimony of the empathetic soul
You and I as he and she, earthly glory
and your all encompassing embrace
For I am but a lovelorn soul,
and you were always there for me
 Apr 2013 Emma
Mia
45 minutes
 Apr 2013 Emma
Mia
45 minutes ago
I was madly in love.
drawing up plans
To come spend my life with you
But that was before...
You changed that with a few words.
You told me you weren't sure.
That we should wait a while,
Think about it some more.
And in that instant.
I knew you didn't want this.
I hoped it was jitters,
and yet still i knew.
We wouldn't make an hour,
A day, a month, a year.
A lifetime like i thought.
How do you erase forever
In a swift flow of words so gently spoken?
Do i walk the paths we did together now alone?
Should i cower from places we went?
That restaurant with a wall reserved for photos to mark the passage of time.
Its so easy for you to turn your back.
Who cast the lot so i kept all the memories?
I can barely breathe as i think of the past.
I miss you already.
60 minutes after you said goodbye.
i wish i could stop my hands trembling
As i reach for my phone.
No message from you to tell me it's ok.
I scroll through your messages.
Playful you,
Serious you.
The you who cared.
I will time to stop and mourn my loss.
For with you i had eternity
And now it stretches forlorn and empty wrecking me.
My time stopped, 45 minutes ago.
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