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but nothing of the woman
who chooses words with such precision
to lead your eyes to only pretty frames;
a portrayal of desire, sensuality,
a provocative anomaly—
who lights up every time you say her name.
Underneath a whisper of darkness, lies a candle burning
Fear and suspicion caress the flame
Invisible hands of time lay at rest and waiting
Softly murmuring in words of ink
Across the page

The sound of scars echo in the whisper of darkness
Breathing in the essence of the flame
While time rolls words in the crystal ink of pain
Upon the pages of the heart
That still remains

Experience fades to colors that whisper in the darkness
Softly playing with edges of the flame
As time slowly spreads the ink across the pages
Of an existence eagerly awaiting
To live again

Underneath a whisper of darkness, lies a candle waiting
Within a heart held prisoner by a mind
Caressed by the scars of fear and suspicion
So deeply engraved by invisible
Hands of time
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
 Feb 2011 Megan Kirby
J Ericson
behind a vacuum of white walls I've built my purity.
empty as the sun burned out behind the blackest sea.
from her thickest shades I tripped and slowly lost the trail.
trembled with my ****** fears, my isolation's veil.
When locked within secret burning thoughts weighing heavy on your day
Often we find it hard to see a calming river in a mist of pain
Recklessly tasting coarse twists of self-pity
While dancing to bittersweet music with shadows
In our own heart’s rain

Thinking with your eyes closed of lines in sand you dare not cross
While wishing those leaves you gathered would disappear
Have you drawn like a moth to fear’s eternal flame
Because you will not open up your eyes so you can see
A calming river running near

Silently, those secret thoughts are shadow dancing on your faith
While laughing to themselves as your heart cries
Curve those lips of yours and create the biggest smile
Cross those lines of sand and swim endlessly
In the calming river, held inside
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
Shall I tell a lie that seeps into the waters of your soul
To enhance the day you see inside your mind
If only for a brief moment should I make you feel
Like the prize inside a *******-jack box
Everyone wants to find

Should I say you are the eighth wonder of the world
You should sit in council on golden floors
Right beside the gods drinking nectar from above
Or would you rather me color in truth
Outside lines you adore

If the honest color of truth is what you really seek
Take a look through these eyes of mine
You can see the brightest star, shining in my sky
Even through the clouds and haze
Ever so brightly defined

You will see the truth and have no need of lies
My star is never dim in less light
You will know I love you in your imperfection
That you are the brightest star
In my heart’s skies
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
Just the other day, it seems
I was taking a stroll
Betwixt my thoughts and dreams
When I came upon a hole.

Careless and morose,
I wandered too close.

Stumbling!
Oh!
Tumbling!
Woe!

Such a cursed downward trip.
Grasping, clasping, clutching,
The slick sides refused my grip,
And I slipped; lost touch.

Tired and resigned,
My mind went blind.

Descent!
Oh!
Torment!
Woe!

Yet, the world appeared quite clear,
Though my temper was black.
I saw how frightfully drear
wound the future's track.

Frantic, I panicked
At my droll edict.

Penance!
Oh.
Silence...
Woe?

A quaint distraction found me,
And reached out to console.
Insipid pastimes found me,
And filled up the hole.

At last my thoughts, free,
Yet my dreams, empty.

Rescue!
...
Relief!
...
So
...
?

Now I know
I'm my own foe.
Now I know
When he beckons,

Just
say
no.
Out in public
With a friend,
With a brother,
With a lover,
It's all the same

When your soul is sick,
When it won't mend,
When the truth smothers,
Then you'll discover
It's all the same.

"Be stoic,"
"Pretend,"
They blather.
No. Never.
I'm not the same.
I'd like to introduce myself to you
One letter, one syllable, one word at a time
I would like to take things slow with you
Play get to know with you
Like I've never been allowed to do before

I want to capture those butterflies
And release them into skies of us
Me and that one
My Mr. Right that has paid your attention in full
That can simmer in the quite between our glances

He would never waste our time on second chances
Because we are what time well spent is

I would like to introduce myself to you
Spell me out with big doe eyes
That only you can read into
That only you would take the years to understand

And looking back
You see me for who I am

Unadorned by outside exteriors
I never feel vulnerable with you
You cloak me in the reassurance that you are here
Here in each moment  that I need you

I would like to introduce myself to you
Planting memories that we can sip on in our bad days
Locked in gazes that I don't care to escape
I can't wait to meet you, or reintroduce

I would like to introduce myself to you
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