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 Feb 2013 Pandora dO
DieingEmbers
She handed me her misery
within a paper bag
a pair of shoes a pipe well used
and half an ounce of ****

one jacket tweed badly in need
of needle and of thread
well worn blue slacks and mints three packs
and teeth without a head

a watch and fob engraved to Bob
that had seen better times
a crucifix some well thumbed pics
two dollars and five dimes

She smiled and said my lovers dead
but here within my breast
he lives and breaths and never leaves
until I'm too at rest

with that she rose and touched her nose
as if a secret shared
then without fuss she left the bus
knowing a stranger cared

The watch I wind with her in mind
the pipe I've puffed upon
because you see she lives in me
and now I pass her on
I often frequent charity shops and markets buying watches I have quite a few old ones and they inspired this
There is  a winding road that passes  by my lips
and runs across my skin.  
When I cry it crosses  the music  of my face
‘til my heart sings again.

A long time ago, I could not understand,
how to have the will  
to let things go.
Now I’ve learned to let that winding road
display what I did not know.

Sometimes I yearned to growl  and taste  the pain
of  the  tear’s of  another heart.
I forgot  to take a place  inside their skin ,
feel the truth of their hurt.

There is a winding road that passes by my lips  
and runs across my skin.
It  reminds me  to see  what lies underneath ,
the broken wing of a friend.
Copyright @2013 - Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
I am suspended in a time that is lost
in the laughter
flowing from my lips.
And no one ever told me,
there is no way out of this.

I am past recognizing solid ground
and burning
from the memories I keep.  
Still, my Muse sings a lullaby
while my destiny weeps.

Paper flowers litter the floorboard
of my heart
and go up in smoke inside my head.
I can't control
a single breath ahead.

My thoughts choose to stay inside the ink
where there's no risk
of living outside this time.  
I can feel dust gathering...
on my rhymes.
Copyright @2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
 Feb 2013 Pandora dO
dania
There is new air
        and old air
             and fresh air
                    and stale air
                          cold air
                               hot air
             and air in-between.

There are young people
                   and older people
                            and corrupt people
                                  and naive people
                                      mean people
                                          kind people
              and people in-between.

I'd take air over people
         because
                people can be
  (sadly)
  (regrettably)
  (unfortunately)
                      S E E N
Can you see my flaws?
 Feb 2013 Pandora dO
DieingEmbers
You must think I'm a clock
as you are always
winding

me


up.
To wind up - play a prank or make someone angry by getting on their nerves
 Feb 2013 Pandora dO
DieingEmbers
Dear magazine and tv fashion
hast thou ever heard of natural passion
you Photoshop you cut and crop
you edit this and that ... Please stop
the real beauties are those that know
you don't have to be a size zero
Sixteen eighteen or all above
can still find joy can still know love
nipped and tucked Kozmo get ******
only chicken skin gets plucked
wax n shave and now vajazzil it
Draba for gods sake don't talk ****
lift em up and shrink that bottom
yet there's something that you've forgotten
men prefer a sense of humour
to all this artificial hoo haw
so girls for reason and for sanity
tear up this propaganda vanity
be yourselves and break the habit
be a bunny girl not a freakin rabbit
ditch the salad bin the chart
Declare today a brand new start
ugly is as ugly does as spoken by the media buzz
today take back your sass and bounce
cause your all woman each gorgeous ounce
men admit it for gods sake
there's nothing **** bout a rake
women should live for more than style
so come on sweetheart chin up... and smile
now let your heart and soul start humming
and as for boys.....
                                 Keep em' comming
Brand names changed to stop from being sued lol. This is inspired by the poem  tales of an ugly, wasted girl by only madness knows my name
This is to all my female friends and any woman that feels they have to be like those photoshopped stick insects in cosmo and the like, men prefer real women believe me
 Feb 2013 Pandora dO
K Mae
I'm flying away from winter
to feast with palms and bougainvillea
egrets, pelicans, banyan trees
assuring my enraptured ease
I may be silent for awhile...
may return with sunmelt style
 Feb 2013 Pandora dO
Marian
Little buds open
Birds sing from the tall green trees
And daffodils sway
In the gently blowing breeze
Cats watch dancing butterflies.

*Marian~
This is my first Tanka!
 Feb 2013 Pandora dO
DieingEmbers
Do you miss me wanna kiss me
do you wanna steal my breath
wanna hold me soft enfold me
share with me a little death
wanna feel me try to heal me
as the darkness takes ahold
wanna bathe me try to save me
with your kisses chains corrode
wanna claim me wanna name me
as your nails carve in my bark
wanna know me wanna show me
all your beauty after dark
wanna chance it then enhance it
Take a bite and ******* ache
wanna own me now you've shown me
that my heart you'll never break
wanna keep me and sleep with me
want to awake within my arms
wanna aid me and to shade me
beneath your loving palms
wanna momment wanna life time
want what ever I can give
wanna be mine wanna share time
want to wake and at last live.
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