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It’s messed me up too much
Since you left
And ran far away

Whenever you call
I’ll always answer
To keep you alive in me

I’ll wait by the telephone
And won’t make plans
Just to hear the sound of your voice

Those memories made
In the shortest amount of time
Are scattered and dismissed

I’ve seen everything
The man you’ve become
All the stupid **** you’ve done

Sitting on the curb
Watching you pacing
With a cigarette in hand

At your worst, at your best,
I took you into my heart
Every way you were

And when you return
It’s like I never loved you
Ridiculous how much life changes, huh?
© January 7, 2011. Shanna Howse.
We are not friends.
I try to
avoid her.
But when
she corners me,
and forces me to
look
in her
sad, mirroring
eyes,
always
she shows me
what
I really want;
who
I really am.
Sometimes,
like it
or not,
I need her.
In my Pantheon of Archetypes, Disappointment would hold out a mirror.
With thanks to Lila Thanh for the insight.
All rights reserved by the author.
A new tear parted last night from an ocean of eternity
Where it had once laid shivering and sweet
Beginning to comprehend those words of comfort
From a spirit that has awakened within
Every eye you meet

Looking up for peace of mind outside of black and white
Thoughts hold a subtle sweetness all around
This new tear stares into the breath of expectation
Seeing glory in beautiful shades of gray  
Now wonderfully profound

An old tear reveals lips that speak to us of retribution
Losing sight of what is right and wrong
Telling stories that have no place at all to go
Except dark hills carried in our souls
For way too long

A new tear parted last night from an ocean of eternity
Defining hope in feelings now recognized
In all those words of comfort proceeding forth
From the spirit awakening within
These smiling eyes
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
She grew up too fast,
that tiny little girl.
Forced to mature,
in this cold, cruel world.

Sh never let you see,
no, she never let you know.
What she missed out on,
when she had to grow.

Now she's searching,
for a better life somewhere.
She wants tender love,
sweetness and care.

These people in life,
do nothing but shatter.
They rip her apart,
break her heart which is tattered.

There's a blue sky, she knows,
somewhere out there.
And someone who's gotta,
who just has to care.

She's gonna escape,
out past the horizon there.
Find what she's missing,
in that life out there.
He tunes the bonds which hang on the mirror of the sea
Revealing deep meanings in the vaguest air
She likes to speak of him to me
When her day catches fire
And loses flair

She tells me of the good things he makes her feel
When he tunes the bonds up and down
Yet she wonders what is real
And if that mirror
Makes her world go round

Perfect joy she says he has shown her now
Seems that her cup runneth over
Yet as serenity takes a bow
Those deep meanings
Fail to hold her

She likes to speak of him to me on her cloudy days
I look through her eyes and see the truth
She tunes the bonds in her own way
And when her day catches fire
He becomes her excuse
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
I glimpse your eyes staring at the shadows in my soul
Seeking to calm the wildly rushing storm
Keeping my heart out of control
Unable to keep
The beat
Pulsating whole

I stare into eyes seeking to calm the storms
To make my heart their own
Leaving chambers once cold now warm
My heart begins to pulsate
To the beat
Of a song, it's always known

Buried longings softly rush, to be finally freed
From this heart out of control
Once a half now pulsates complete
Your eyes chase shadows
Calming storms,
My heart
Returns to whole
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Revised: 11/28/2011
I want to rip you apart
Strip flesh for every sin you’ve committed
Beat you down while you scream
And rid you of your black heart.

You speak the language of lies
A waste of innocence,
A joke of a companion
I’m tired of your fake and dramatic goodbyes

No one cares anymore
They’re finished playing nice
Honestly, you can't see through their fury?
They don’t deal well with ******

Just do a favour
Next time that razor comes out
Slit your ******* throat
Because there is no saviour.
© December 9, 2010.  Shanna Howse.
I think that you would be surprised,
how much I think about you.
If you only knew just what I thought about,
you'd be really amazed how crazy I am about you.
When you hold me in your arms,
my entire world stands still.
My everything is right,
my everything is standing before me.
Big blue eyes staring back at me,
so beautiful and right.
Your touch is gentle and warm,
taking away all my pain.
You know just how to hold me,
just how to soothe me.
I don't understand how I missed,
I didn't know for years.
But now here we are in a moment,
everything stands still.

But
But her.
That girl.
The one you're with.
What about her?

You don't want to be with her,
and everything seems so complicated.
But I don't know, sweetie,
just how long I can stand.|
To share you, with her,
to have you go between.
I've come to be 'the other woman',
someone I've avoided till now.
And hunny, I wish you knew,
just how I felt about this whole ordeal.

I'm falling,
falling quickly,
falling fast,
but can you catch me,
while you're holding her?
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