Even When I Know You Lie to Me

The beat of my heart makes it difficult
not to be blinded
by the reality of my own thoughts
when they are broken down within the sounds
of my dreams.
Yet, no one hears the wind
running through my mind
and I find nothing is
as it seems.

All I do is race to hide from the smoke of lies
to find subtle truth
inside of uncertainties colors
but what I come across
means nothing to you.
When I drift off to sleep I bleed mirrored glass
until I forget about the bruises
for a moment
or two.

I want someone to listen to the words I speak
even when breezes fill their hands
and time goes by quicker
than the air they tasted.
No longer do I wish to live and breathe
In this life of empty rooms
where my heartbeat
is wasted.

Tonight I sit and weave faith upon grounds
where forever
I have searched through eyes
that paint my mistakes with words
of ecstasy.
Yet still, the beat of my heart
makes it difficult
not to be blinded by love,
even when
I know....
you lie to me.

Reviews

[Mark]

Such great passion in these words Neva. "No longer do I wish to live and breathe in this life of empty rooms'... that line speaks to me so well. ;)

We may not hear the wind running through your mind, but we all certainly hear and are captivated by the words you write.

Another great weave my friend. :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Mark :)

[rivers]

Here I am again...My mind is focused in this little brown rectangular box trying to find the words to express the emotional IMPACT of another Neva Flores-Changefulstorm awe inspiring prose poem...At first I was so intimidated by the sophisticated quality of your writing that I shyly stayed hidden in the shadows until I realized I would stay hidden forever.

"No longer do I wish to live and breathe
In this life of empty rooms
where my heartbeat
is wasted."

This may describe best my emotional connection to this moment...Why bother with the technical thoughts because they are always perfect in every way and overshadowed by your deep and well communicated message. Emotionally is the ONLY way I can be reached and you do it every single time...Dare I say I am waxing over the work of one of my very favorite writers? Thank you...I am humbled by all you willingly share...

[Draven]

I raise my cup to you! How do you come up with this stuff? You and Deathdealer are by far my 2 favorite writers and its just so amazing to read your work. This piece in particular is graet and touching. I love it.

[Deandra Dawn]

Amazing....beautifully written, you convey your emotions so well. The flow to this is perfect from start to finish. Exceptionally done.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Awesome stuff here...very thoughtful writing..emotions relate soooo well :D

[Leslie Philibert]

I`ve read a number of poems from this author, they are excellent. What I really enjoy here is the structure, this is a poem written with a lot of care and thought, and you notice the constant form and tempo. Good work.

[Aidz]

When I drift off to sleep I bleed mirrored glass
until I forget about the bruises
for a moment
or two.

Ohh this oozes and I salivate at these lines mmmmmmmm

[ba_mcfarlane]

"this life of empty rooms", "I....weave faith upon grounds.."
This is stunning, such mastery, flawless, beautiful....the impeccable poetess.

[Simbake777]

Where do you find such gorgeous visuals? I simply must know!!

I love the word-play, here -- very powerful! Absolutely stunning imagery, right here, in these lines:
Tonight I sit and weave faith upon grounds
where forever
I have searched through eyes
that paint my mistakes with words
of ecstasy.

I could feel the wind rush -- storm-like -- as I read this superb work!

Thank you for sharing! :)