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

Diva Dance (Amazing Vocals!)

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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