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Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Resistance (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
https://plus.google.com/u/0/109888379776056131514/posts
I was awakened by the dream tonight,
I walked off the ledge and into the light,
As I fell I thought of the rhyme,
"Tonight" and "light," a different time.
Complete opposites, yet complementary,
One has to exist within, supplementary,
A full casted shadow during the day,
The moon during the night, now replay,
As I swim in the ocean, I am resistance,
I fight the waves, all in an instance,
I am suddenly on the highest peak,
I am in control, resistance, it is unique.

Erick Flores

Friday, February 28, 2014

Blur (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
https://plus.google.com/u/0/109888379776056131514/posts

Saying goodbye is best for us,
The distance will only help us,
I can't say I won't regret it,
Nothing is eternal, I admit,
I will dream of what could be,
It is over the horizon, by the sea,
I can see it now, as if it were,
But I know it will eventually blur.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Gone (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
https://plus.google.com/u/0/109888379776056131514/posts
Contemplation never got me anywhere
I am stranded on my own emotions; there
See where it left me; sitting, wishing,
Above all, I am left mostly thinking
I look up at the broad sky at night
It always leaves me without light
And as I look up on the sky, the stars
They are the past, I am left with scars
I see ourselves like these stars at dawn
Impossible, unreachable, at last gone.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Existence (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
https://plus.google.com/u/0/109888379776056131514/posts
It is like a rose,
That pierces the skin to the touch
Arousing one sense,
Infuriating the others; back to rest

It is like an emotion,
You can't simply grasp it eternally
Nevertheless, a sentiment,
That will surely never be forgotten

It is like a treasure,
That is engulfed in abstract riches
It is never enough,
A swift pass, leaving solitary traces

Erick Flores

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

I'll Rise (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
https://plus.google.com/u/0/109888379776056131514/posts

You can tear my walls down,
You can shred every curtain,
You can shatter every window,
It will shine light in the unlit room.

You can despise my actions,
You can criticize me with disdain,
You can persist attempts to halt me,
With conscious volition I'll rise.

You heard me approaching,
Does my presence offend you?
Why can't we just get along?
You won't tear me down, I'll rise.

Erick Flores

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Can Anybody Hear Him? (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
https://plus.google.com/u/0/109888379776056131514/posts

He gave up on all last night,
It was more than he could bare
The pain was splashed on the floor
It was translucent, no tracks.
These are the easiest to hide
Scars so deep, it's impregnated.
As he walks along, a smile,
The infamous facade that strikes.
No one will feel, what is nibbling,
Slowly eating out his emotions.
In the wide open vast that engulfs,
Who will hear his clamor for help?

Erick Flores