I'll Rise (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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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

Can Anybody Hear Him? (Original)

Poetry By: Erick Flores
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
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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