Hope (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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This is not the end
I have seen it
In the baby's eyes
His eyes a window
To an innocent complexion

We have fought it through
Isolated, handcuffed,
Nostalgic emotions kill
even the happiest moments
They slowly try to captivate

We have lived it,
We have seen it,
We have felt it,
It touches every nerve,
Until you give it up.

-Erick Flores

J'ai appris ma leçon (I learned my lesson)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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My trust has ruptured
Just like the water balloon
The trust slowly flows
And the clear water rushes
It creates a track
That will never be followed
It is foreign too
Oblivious to many
Only I will know
The trust that has now faltered

Erick Flores

Chain (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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I have been there before,
Just like you have.
There are rows of hope,
That float patiently,
All in chain,
All with purpose.
Men and women,
Beautiful minds,
Beautiful intentions.
I see the lights,
They shine within them,
Each man, each woman,
Emerges from dark,
To light and pave the way.

Erick Flores

Smile (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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I have fallen many times,
I haven't forgotten the trails,
I have failed myself at times,
However, I have prevailed.

I have regained the strength,
It rests within my heart,
The beauty of life is greater
Than what is hurting me tonight.

Rainbows evoke such passion,
The gift that we have each day,
The promises that God grants;
The love I have inherited.

To live each day without remorse,
And then again another.
Today I leave all my problems,
I glance above, and smile.

Lights (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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The sun is oblivious now,
Nowhere to be seen,
Where is the daylight
On this cold, sullen day?
It is merely day now.
For the most part,
I will not rest in sleep,
For fear of darkness,
More and more it pours,
I seal the scars with light.
It clearly flows along,
Repealing all voids.
They were created,
Subliminally, it began.
Tomorrow, the light,
It always claims victory.

Here is to one YEAR!

It has been a year since I initiated this poetry blog. It has been a great year! I have learned so much from many of you. Thank you for your continual support. I will be uploading more often on this blog. I look forward to reading your feedback as the months progress. Thank you once again!

Friend (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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We have come this far.
A distance impedes,
Yet we share the eye
To see the arts,
Painted in stones.
We have come together
Like the horizon afar,
I thank you for this;
The journey we travel,
The words we share,
The unforeseen smiles.
Together we master,
A friendship, mutual,
Like clouds and skies,
To help one another.

-Erick Flores

Happy Birthday Mr. Mikael Svensson!

Creation (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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Thank You for the night sky,
Thank You for the morning
Which brings new wonders,
Colors which twinkle on,
Like stars in the night sky.
Thank You for those details,
Which we always ponder
How You greatly made.
We will always be grateful
For God's grand creation.

-Erick Flores

Translucent (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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What is that I see?

A reflection of myself,

Intertwined as one,

Nothing more, and nothing less.

Layer by layer

An image, clear as water,

Yet, it lies alone,

No match to find its owner.

It takes a swift stroll

To find what is obvious,

Like prancing children

That lurk through life unnoticed.

-Erick Flores

Blue (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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What is blue in a day?
That loved the morning light,
And smiled all the way;
That has all come to end!

What is blue in a day?
When all I can only taste,
Is bleak sadness all day;
When will this come to end?

What is blue in a day?
That I may have it all,
Like worthy billionaires,
But with nothing at all.

-Erick Flores

Silent (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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What lies beyond the mountains?
Is it not cold, sheer loneliness?
That in a moment turns all
Into walking stones; bound.

As the sun sets beyond the horizon,
No one asks a word of them;
Those that stand forcibly hidden,
Alas, alone they stay without trace.

Barriers have always stood tall,
A void which is created grows,
Only to fall when those who stood,
Silent, march out with authority.

-Erick Flores

Void (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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This world,
It never understands.
Every move I make,
Every step I take,
Every breath I wake,
It's taken away.
My noise is silenced.
My words are void.
Like a fish in a pond
I hide in the open.
I'm oblivious,
I'm “no one”.
My ideas are avoided,
My being is invited;
Away from reality I wander.
I know I can't change that.
What I can change
Is the way I perceive.
I say, nonsense.
Let man be what they want,
And God be their ultimate judge.

-Erick Flores
From November 10, 2011

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Similarity (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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There were times I hurt you,
Times I made you cry,
Your heart ruptured,
And your eyes gave out.

Regret is a strong word,
In a sense it is serene,
The way I feel about it,
I gave up on myself.

I wish that I was the person
You longed to be with,
The one to share similarity,
Hearts beating as one.

Don't give up on me now,
Time mends; even distance.
I wish I was everything
You wanted in me, to love.

-Erick Flores

Numbers (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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Laying in bed I am constantly reminded

Of the things that I will never accomplish.

Repeating in my mind that I have lost

The time that always travels swiftly, timely.

I know it will pass again soon enough

Before I am able to place the pieces;

You see, they were carefully scattered.

Where will this take me; yesterday’s future?

I never bothered repeating the same;

The numbers left scars there, before.

As the clock strikes, and marks the hour

I rise; forgiving the numbers, and thrive.


-Erick Flores
From November 11, 2011

Paranoia (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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The sun slowly hid,

The mountains,

Its secret hiding place.

It betrayed me.

The moon,

Became my acquaintance.

Cold became my new pain.

The river,

Became my life.

The caves,

Became my habitat

The trees,

Became an obstacle

In my deteriorating life.

My body slowly depleted.

I saw the bright stars.

At that precise moment

I was reminded,

Of the faith I once had.

-Erick Flores
From November 14, 2011

What Happened? (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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What happened to the trees
Across the lake,
Where they stood together,
Green as ever.
What happened to our home,
The hidden branch,
Which once served refuge,
Now consumed!
Even with wings like ours,
They are clipped,
But don't lose hope now!
Wings are reborn
When you awaken your faith,
Forever more!

-Erick Flores

Roads (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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Walking on a lonely road
I stumbled on grass,
As it stood, long and steady,
I waited awhile
For an effortless answer,
But nothing happened.
I could not traverse the grass
For I would damage
The fragile roots that time built.
I gave up the road.

Scenery in Trice (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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River by the slope,
Trees by the water,
Clouds by the mountain,
Everlasting it seemed it was.

Eventually it grew apart,
Only a distant touch,
Alone for time,
Beauty in trice.

Like the love I feel,
This story lives in me,
For I am the scenery,
In the unreachable time.

-Erick Flores

Shapes of Life (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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Walking in circles
Was not something I wanted,
There is more to life,
Than simple shapes; redundant.

I longed to shape paths,
A long path worth walking on,
Where I can return
And see the long trek I made.

We learn every day,
Sometimes more than other days,
An experience
That forms a distinct new shape.

-Erick Flores

Boats (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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Boat near the pier,
Boat in the water,
The boat is calm,
The boat has traveled
Distance before.

Vivid boat there,
A faster boat here,
Others distinct
Some are similar,
But still a boat.

-Erick Flores

Limits (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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The soul is fragile;

You taught me that.
With a demanding hand
You shaped my life,
You led my way,
Inspired my dreams,
Gave me hope,
And spread my wings.
You slowly pushed me,
A steep cliff it was.
I fell for long.
God gave me will
To find your embrace
Amongst the clear sky.
You had faith in me,
You knew I would fly!
You gave me an opportunity
To be able to feel
What it is
To feel alive again.

-Erick Flores

By My Step (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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Waiting there,

Look at the steps here,

Look over there,

How serene steps seem,

Hurry on now,

She was waiting once,

Make it twice,

In a world so fast,

Makes it seem

She has waited long,

Patience now,

And wait by my step.

Erick Flores

Let Them (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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Let them invite you
With their artificial amity.
Let them admit to you
Their careless intentions.
Let them haunt you
Slowly, away from comfort.
Let them express to you
All their animosity.
Let them criticize you
For all that you have not done.
Let them hurt you,
For every good deed you fulfilled.
Let them traumatize you
With all the lies they created.
Let them degrade you
Away from all reality.
Let them transform you,
The once weak soul you were.

-Erick Flores

Thank You

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-Erick Flores

Everlasting (Mother's Day Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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Morning brings a light joy,

Amongst the warmest hearts,

The mother wide awake,

Tending her sick child,

She holds him to her bosom,

A clear sign of affection; love.

A tear runs down,

An unforeseen drizzle,

She gets on her knees,

And begins a long prayer.

The son, dazed, but curious,

Overlooks his loving mother.

Oh, how many times we see

The battle of life,

And the mother, like a warrior,

Ready for battle.

A mother's love is ubiquitous,

Unconditional,

Wise,

Everlasting.

Such as God's love.

Could it be that our Creator,

With His almighty hands,

Transmitted such potential

To all women of virtue?

She holds great power,

And she dare not waste it.

Mother, you are brave,

Victorious,

Triumphant,

God could not have created

Love as much as yours,

He created you

With so many purposes

That one cannot easily convey,

I just have to say that through you,

I have met love, patience, knowledge,

and more than anything

The path that is Jesus Christ.

And through Him, I will bow at our Creator.

The first thing I will thank Him for

Is for placing you in my life.

I don't know what tomorrow brings,

But I know that you stand ground,

And will guide me, as you have all these years.

Three words cannot illustrate all I feel,

But it is a start, I love you.


-Erick Flores

Landslide

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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I slept for too long,

Now there’s no words

That will wake me up,

I’m sorry,

If it means, at all.

I tried and climbed,

A landslide

Brought me down.

Motivated by anger,

It all collapsed

Don’t try to correct

Untouchable mistakes,

They heal without aid,

Stand ground,

Don’t try, and correct.

-Erick Flores

Swift (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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I am swift,

A new pair of legs,

I am new,

Watch me climb faster,

I am air,

Oblivious now,

I’m the road,

Maneuvering on,

I’m the sky,

Bicycle goes on.


-Erick Flores

Hopeless (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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Standing alone was never her plan,

So many years had passed her by,

See how her soul slowly deteriorates,

How she slowly leaves her presence.

By tonight, her mother – agonizing,

Her brother and sister – searching.

She is immobile, unaware, hopeless;

To her despair, she slowly lets go.

-Erick Flores

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Dinner for Two

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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Come and dine,

Just this once

Where I will see

Your glistening eyes.

Stay with me,

Dine with me,

Enjoy what was

Never promised.

Dine with me,

Under the moonlight.

-Erick Flores

Someone Else (Original)

Someone else

Filled the spot

I longed to take.

Sorry that I

Failed to sit

And take a risk.

However, I smile

Tomorrow’s another.

Just This Time

Original Photography: Mikael Svensson
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If only you knew,

I see you every day,

Longing for what seems,

Will never be.

If only you could see,

How differently,

I want things to be,

At least this once?

I stand from a distance,

Yet I feel you near,

An empty space,

Yet beautiful it is.

-Erick Flores

I am back!

Hello bloggers and poets. It has been a while since my last post! I have not given up. Here I am, back, once again. Poetry is a beautiful art, and I will continue for as long as I can. Hope to hear from you all soon!

Sincerely,



Erick Flores

Hello, Friend (Original)

Original Photography by: +Lotus Carroll
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Friendship with false hopes,

Because you aren't honest,

False emotions,

Forcing something,

That will never be.

You see an everlasting tie,

While the other sees,

A convenient path,

Two views are combined,

Only to form fictitious paths.

If Only I Weren't Just Broken Glass (Original)

Original Photography by: +Lotus Carroll
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If only I weren't just broken glass,
In a shattered place,
Where broken dreams,
Are nothing but a thought.

We search and look,
But nothing do we ever see,
Distorted and alone,
Our visions are destroyed.

Full of remorse,
Slowly, confusion arose,
Of who was to blame,
For those lost hopes.

Vibram Bikila