Sachiko

Sachiko Jul 2018

He looked at his object with an eye.
So, he came closer to clarify.
An angle that will compliment for each element.
A product that can make a statement.
He chose the bright colors to incorporate.
Because her smile suited a great light.
He focused the subject, and suddenly it was fading.
She was started running.
Running, from the picture perfect life that he created.
She was a medium of unrealistic bliss.
And found herself out of nowhere.
People envied her but they didn’t know the truth.
She was missing the unfiltered life.
She spaced out, and her heart was bruised.
He was definitely imaginative.
And fooled by unreachable perspective.
He looked at his object with an eye.
Thinking, with her was a root of a great life.

I wrote this during the fall season, and at the same time my brother and his girlfriend broke up. And that situation was my inspiration to just write as I see him every single day trying to figure out all the answers to all his questions.

#picture #perspective #photograph #unfiltered #life

Sachiko Jul 2018

A Daily Cycle

She started by opening her eyes in a cold morning.
She rushed after hearing the clock ticking.
She splashed a hot water on her body while reality was kicking.
Every sunshine is filled with unsteady feeling.
She sat at the corner with her own comfort.
Silence and a taste of music playing along.
She looked at the crowd separated by each other.
Acceptance of differences were never included.
She walked at the road with dim illumination.
In a disturbing night with a lot of confusion.
And all she saw was her own shadow.
She stared at the ceiling with an empty flow.
She ended by closing her eyes with her story untold.

This was basically my lifestyle waking up in the morning, commuting, observing my surrounding, and going back at home late night. It's good to have a routine but sometimes It's suffocating to be just in your routine. And not exploring more in life.

#coldmorning

Sachiko Jul 2018

The Dark Is My Own Comfort

Someone whispered “There’s peace in the dark”
At night, she was calm and feeling better
But she heard noises outside the boarder.
Eventually, she was disturbed by it and surprised by the spark
It was massive. An intense explosive.
She kept walking trying to find; trying to stop.
And until she can’t feel her legs anymore.
The pain was unbearable.
The noise was unbearable.
She tried to close her eyes to ignore,
But she started crying.
Until she decided to breakdown sobbing.
In the end, she was betrayed by her own consciousness.
She fell into the trap and started to feel helpless.
She shouted her heart out with full of sadness
She thought the dark will kept her stable.
But the truth is the dark will set you free with your heart and soul inseparable.

I wrote this at night when my mind is bombarded with a lot of negative thoughts. After writing I cried because this poetry is very personal, and I wanted to share this but at the same time I am scared to let other see me being vulnerable. But here I am sharing it with you guys.

#peace #dark #crying #truth

Sachiko Jul 2018

She is hiding.

She is in the midst of hiding from the people who is babbling.
They applaud when you soar high,
but after reaching the peak you see yourself with a sigh.
She is silent for a little while.
She is gathering an energy to walk from the pile; A pile of hardships.
But still she smiles because she knows she will eventually get through it.
She might have been hiding.
But she is preparing.
She might have been hiding.
But she closes any negativity.
So she is detaching,
Detaching herself from the people who fake honesty.
She is a diamond.
She is clearly shining.
And that’s why she is hiding.

I actually wrote this when I was in a bus going to work, and by looking at my environment nobody was being real.

#people #honesty #hiding #shining

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