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.