The moonlight was dull,

Cold in candescence.

His old home,

It too birthing pestilence.


Bound by memories,

Of a phantom time,

Old and ruined,

Like ashy graves of grime.


He sheltered his body,

Sheltered his mind,

Until one day,

He’d chose to unbind.


Opening the door,

Peek and gauge,

Careful surgeon,

Under rib—.


Slammed door,

Retreating back inside,

Now rejoicing by his relief,

And clarity being revived.


Countless moons had passed,

Staring with what was left of his crusted eyes,

At a vase given to him,

By a woman who spoke in sympathetic lies.


Angels told him to forgive,

Devils told him to forfeit,

Confused agony and sorrow,

He decided to remain in conflict.


The Earth continued to orbit,

The walls continued to crack,

The voice of his mother,

Demanding that he go back.


After much thought,

The man stood decrepit,

But nevertheless tall,

And walked without spit.


Door had grew larger,

Towering portal,

Turned key,

No mor—.


Sun shone,

With warm candescence,

A new home,

With no more pestilence.

-Kevin Joseph Flors


Thanks for reading. Song.

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Field of Tulips

Field of Tulips

—Originally written March 23, 2015 —

Field of tulips,

Sway in wild gusts,

Like a cobra,

Entranced by those it once trusts.

Girls and boys barefoot in the fields,

Dancing in the red seas,

With all the young birds,

And their wobbling chickadees.

However the bright reds turn into dull greens,

The soft leaves turn into sharp blades,

And the wild birds,

Turn into debris for the maids.

The field of weeds,

Callused the feet of those crying,

And the remains of their former friends,

Shadow the memories of their dancing.

As vultures wash their beaks,

Men and women run to their young,

Comforting the children,

Like a rib cage protects the lungs.

The children leave the field,

Filled with pins of blood,

And dead tulips,

That grew too fast in the cold mud.

-Kevin Joseph Flors

Thanks for reading. To reiterate, I had originally written this poem on March 23, 2015. I love this poem and I am pretty proud of my progression. Before about a year ago, I never really focused on the flow of a poem, but now I keep that in mind and I think it makes my recent works a bit more elevated.

Planning on posting more frequently. Hopefully biweekly. Planning on book review and basketball post in a bit. Song.

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Despairing Silence

Despairing Silence

Silent, the armadillos sit,

Staring at a seductive darkness.

A stabbing sky shelters stars,

Which sharpen signs of sickness.


Empty, the armadillos hunt.

An agile insect darts,

But persistence cannot evade,

Desperate, broken hearts.


Tired, the armadillos sleep.

The beasts belittle and scoff,

At their inability to do,

What restless minds stave off.


Still empty armadillos die,

Not from lacking substance,

But from themselves,

And their despairing silence.

-Kevin Joseph Flors

Thanks for reading. Song




Bad Habits

Bad Habits

A cavern shrouded in snow,

Home to air and ice,

When weary, the bear emerges,

Dormant on shards of vice.


A light which wakes blind mice,

And refines snow to steam,

Merely reflects off its claws,

Forming a chronic beam.


A noise could not halt its dream.

Neither thought nor prayer,

Which one’s love urges,

Could wake this bear.


A fate none hope to share,

For this bear does not know,

To walk on its paws,

Its own mind must grow.

— Kevin Joseph Flors

Thanks for reading! Don’t know about future post times, however expecting a post within the next week would be reasonable.


(Photo from Pexels)

Mountains Shrink From Clouds

Mountains Shrink From Clouds

Mountains shrink from clouds,

To form the house of man,

To invade the sky,

Forming goals more grand.


Beyond the stars asunder,

Lies something.

We try to wonder,

But don’t dare form.


The brains of man are strong,

Hearts of man, stronger,

But the strongest,



Man thinks unnatural,

Impetuous when fluid,

Selfish when ambitious,

Cold when sympathetic.


The mountain of man shall rise,

But when it reaches the stars,

It will shrink from clouds,

To form a house no more.

-Kevin Joseph Flors

Thank you for reading. More content to come.


Poem: Another Rainy Day

The menacing rain

Sung a song with the dim clouds

About its dark woes


Yet dancing children

In the summer’s worst torrent

Sent cheers to the sky


The heavy rain’s drops,

Hugged the bare arms of the kids,

As they grew goose-bumps.


The rough, robust winds,

Attacked the youths with their whips,

And sharpened daggers.


The kids retreated.

When the winds teased and snickered,

The youths brought armor.


The winds surrendered,

After seeing their soft shells,

And the kids had won.


I hope you enjoyed the poem. I would like to also include a fresh, new song after each post. So here is Thirsty Man by Blitzen Trapper :