Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm > Writing | WritersCafe.org

Faded hours fall from my childhood scars like solemn words set fire in streams to all I speak.

sorrow brings truth as it closes in to unravel the seconds of each sleepless night I have held for years unknown.

A new spokenword poetry video

'I am past recognizing solid ground and burning from the memories I keep

Sometimes I yearned to growl and taste the pain of the tear’s of another heart...........

a beauty that covers my scars with ink of a rhyme's desire

My secret thoughts reside in the backyard of my existence where darkness cries out in shivers clear to my bones.

This is an ancient truth held by the hand of time and cannot be concealed

These walls you live behind are a fortress that drain my soul,

Coming through the night I feel strange seconds within a familiar light.