Ink (Original)

Original Photography by: +Lotus Carroll
https://plus.google.com/u/0/102476152658204495450/photos 

The marks laid on the bright surface,

They were always meant to be there.

Your fingers were consistent,

The way your hands slowly moved.

I peered through the keyhole,

Only to be instantly surprised.

You looked at my directions,

You marked your skin with the ink,

They were scars of your lost hopes;

Your faith slowly seeped into pores.

It stung you; I saw your pain.

All those lost dreams, now you end.

Your pores slowly absorbed,

What you once thought was promised.

-Erick Flores

Victorious (Original)

Original Photography found: Google+
https://plus.google.com/u/0/101580015096402399203/posts
http://i.imgur.com/L2wnn.jpg

There are words that destroy,

They lie within every mind,

They know the way to claim.

Many want to play victoriously,

Never wanting the sadness,

Always wanting to keep it all.

Being taught to think in uniformity,

One lacks the necessity to grow,

At such an early age then,

Our being is chained to it.

Losing “small mind” will free,

The barriers that held you back.

-Erick Flores

Second Month (Merry Christmas!)

Hello!

Hope all is well reader! 

Today marks the second month of my blog.

I hope that you are having a great time reading my poetry and looking through my blog. Today I would like to leave you with this music cover my brother and I completed. It is called "O Come, O Come Emmanuel."
We hope that you enjoy it, Merry Christmas!

Vocals - Erick Flores

Guitar - Edgar Flores 

Photograph (Original)

Original Photography by: +Lotus Carroll
https://plus.google.com/u/0/102476152658204495450/photos

In a dark corridor,
Full of life, it stood.
Glossy and clean.

Vivid its colors shone.

Amazed, they clearly were,

Of such powerful depiction.

A vivid display of,

What once was there,

Would remain quarantined.

In seconds,
The colors slowly faded,
The memories quickly wore away.

Months, it took,
For the ashes to give way,
For what once was inspiration.

-Erick Flores

© copyright Mon Dec 19 21:12:03 UTC 2011 - All Rights Reserved

Sunset (Original)

Original Photography by: +Lotus Carroll,
https://plus.google.com/u/0/102476152658204495450/posts
Thank you

Small steps in the right direction,

The mountains depicted potential.

I was sitting in those last moments,

Our eyes met as I caught the beauty,

The beauty that captivated me,

It was only a few moments before,

And as I sit here waiting for your voice,

Chords that are serenely plucked,

I am amazed by the golden in your smile,

I have confused it with the sun before;

The way it’s warmly displayed with passion.

The sunset was our only witness,

How much beauty in one day!

-Erick Flores

© copyright Fri Dec 16 22:22:50 UTC 2011 - All Rights Reserved

Falling (Original)

Original Photography by: +Lotus Carroll
https://plus.google.com/u/0/102476152658204495450/posts

She did not keep what her heart desired,

She spilled her emotions.

Onto her hand they secretly landed,

No one watched her.

She thought, “I have done it again,”

“Been here before.”

She had no one near to find a home,

A helpful hand.

Watch her slowly leave her presence,

She repeated it.

She waited years to finally find,

The lost years.

She was slowly falling a height to fall

On the right path.

-Erick Flores

Stranded (Original)

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I speak these words with much disdain,

I have not progressed in the days of life.

I have remained still, without intentions.

I see the shore and attempt to reach,

To catch a glimpse of what I’ve become.

I want to return back on the boat;

You see it took me years to finally build.

The days passed me by faster than usual,

Always leaving my dreams float by,

See where it has left me quickly stranded,

The sand represents the time I let pass,

Just like the sand in the shiny hourglass,

I am another particle of sand in the vast.

Erick Flores

*Please note: the poem written does not necessarily portray the life of the poet.

Adapted from the prompt in the "Magpie Tales" blog