One Month

November 26, 2011 marks one month since the first blog post I made on this blog.
This is my first and only blog so far. I hope that you have been able to read most of my poems, if not all. I will continue publishing on this blog for months to come. I am continually inspired to write different poems of different genres. I hope that you will continue supporting me by reading, commenting, and most importantly sharing. I will begin posting music on this blog. Music is a form of art in my opinion for the diverse ways it may promote imagination. The lyrics, in itself, may be considered poetry.

Here is a cover of  Jack Johnson's original song "Sitting, Waiting, Wishing." Let me know what you think!

Erick Flores - Vocals

Edgar Flores - Guitar

For your reference, here is the original version. Thanks for listening!

-Erick Flores

Winds (Original)

Original Photography by: +Lotus Carroll
"My Best Friend Is Also My Harshest Critic"
https://plus.google.com/u/0/102476152658204495450/posts

The winds shook the trees, reminding them of their lively cause.

The heat on that humid afternoon, deprived any of hydration.

Rushing violently through the desert, I found no escape.

It left me asking why, when everyone else is at rest.

I was not thinking clear, nothing made sense.

Pain was my only watch, it reminded me of the hours.

The winds shook the trees, and I was left to breathe.

Another breath is all it took, to feel my tragedy.

I ask you to listen, life may come to this.

You know that it will pass again, until it is erased.

A trauma for all you have done, it dances in your mind.

Like that hot summer afternoon, where I was lost.

A small spark was all it took; it ignited it all.

My faith had scorched into pieces, and I lost all judgment.

Take me away from this confusion, coming too fast.

It left me asking why, it never made sense.

The fire infested my thoughts, and fear extinguished it.

The fear it lived, and it is there to stay.

Until I finally escape this amnesia, I will find the door,

I will steer my strength toward the faith, I once had lost.

-Erick Flores

Near (Original)

Original Photography: +Lotus Carroll
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Where is the little girl?

Her eyes were like jewels,

Stars sparkling in the night sky.

Time stretched her away.

Where is the little girl?

She slowly departed her faith,

She became indifferent,

Her morals, slowly crushed.

Where is the little girl?

Off into college she went,

Trusting no one, alone she became.

She never understood.

Where is the little girl?

Children she inherited,

A husband; loved, conditionally.

Her mind slowly declined.

Where is the little girl?

She became frightened,

No direction in her life.

She was lonelier than ever.

Where is the little girl?

Every night she cried,

Scars slowly biting away.

She suffered silently.

Where is the little girl?

She jumped for her life,

A second is all it took.

She lied on the floor.

Where is the little girl?

What changed that childish heart?

That little girl is ubiquitous.

In her lonely daughter’s reflection.­_­

-Erick Flores

Hours (Original)

"when the moon plays," original photography by (+Lotus Carroll)
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When your shadow leaves mine
The clouds will cover the sun
Only to deny the fact
“She has left you still.”

Was it not the crowds
that set us apart?
“I will depart”
The three lurid words!

Your ongoing obsession to please
has left you with nothing at all.
Well you must learn to think of self
Before attempting to please others.

I won't go for long without your presence.
The moon will rise, day will descend
Until I see your eyes; yes your eyes!
The sunshine in my life.

Without feeling your breath
Or hearing your heart beat,
I will seek the person who did me well.
You.

For you are the one I want by my side,
The one that runs through my mind.
Have a seat and enjoy the time you have.
I will be here, until we find ourselves again.

-Erick Flores

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-Erick Flores

Revenge (Original)

(Original Photography by +Lotus Carroll

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Amazing Photographer!)

Met in a merged path

My breath paused

It was an iceberg

Cold in complexion.

It walked amongst

The vengeful hearts

The façade was

Fully deceptive, on.

A friendship ensued

It took all I had

But still wanted more

I slowly became weary.

Restless minds

One act damaged,

The second, destroyed

You can hear it

In the silent hearts.

It shrieks; a monster

Revenge created chaos

I reached the third act.

I climbed down the step

Until I found my heart

It was damaged.

It needed repair.

I broke the chain

Holding me to it

Reluctantly, it left.

My breath returned.

-Erick Flores

Week 3! Thank you!

This is week three, working with the new blog I created. Thank you all for the support. Also, thank you for those of you who "Like"d on facebook. Also thank you for those of you whom +1'd this on Google+. I hope more and more may begin subscribing. Listen to the audio, hope all of you can begin commenting on my poems, and other posts to allow interaction. More details on the audio link. You can subscribe to my blog using other services, it does not necessarily have to be google. If you click on the "Join this site"

link on the right hand border, it will take you to another page where you can select your preferred e-mailing service. Sign up using this method please.

Another thing, just in case you did not listen to the audio, COMMENTS CAN BE MADE without having a google account. You can post anything on the posts by clicking on the drop-down menu and selecting anonymous, then submitting.

I leave you this quote originally found on the blog "Things We Forget." I will include the link as well. Enjoy.

SOURCE: http://thingsweforget.blogspot.com/2011/11/772.html
In other words, THRIVE, even when others give you negative feedback. For example when others throw you negative words, learn to appreciate them to make you grow stronger. Learn from those words, take the words that were meant for you and discard the ones that were not meant to be. Make a foundation, to improve your judgment of things.

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Thank you once again! Have a nice day!

-Erick Flores