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Eriko Jan 2016
The smell of crackling firewood
The grey woodsmoke swirling
Echo of past memories burning
Not away, no that's not the case
But more like the pain
Which used to be
And the amazement
Which persists to reel
In circles and circles
Wondering when the new year
Will bring its worthwhile
Eriko Jan 2016
The flooding of golden light
The murmur of crisp blue
Glinting like those marvelous
Icebergs chilling in the sights
Soon the light ceases to glint
And the hues deepens so that
Only the tree tops in brisk evenings
And towering sloping peaks
Reach out to chance a dancing feat
With the fleeting gazes of mourning  blue
Eriko Dec 2015
This will be the best
It will ever be...*
A question dangles
Like a cliffhanger
Or a period presumes
To stunt the night
And I'll live every second of my life
Wandering when I'll ever know
Which ending best fits
The pages of this fantasy
Eriko Dec 2015
Remember that time
That splendid time at the hills
The swarming scent of falling stars
Tears ran fast as we watched
The lights twinkling so still
Silence hushed between us
Nothing but the flutter of our thoughts
The sweet sweet fragrance of outside
Listening to the memories which have yet to be
Realizing our time together
May never be...
Loathing the day that we are
Fated to leave
Eriko Dec 2015
From the dusk I wake
And dawn I sleep
Living in a backwards relativity
I would rather have it
Just you and me
Eriko Dec 2015
a careening sensation
towering blue heights
thoughts of few
Eriko Dec 2015
Heedless of the words
Thrown into the abyss
Like forgotten dreams
Songs wander lost
To the swallowed wind
A shout, a wallowing shriek
The ecstasy drumming to the head
Mouths foaming, ears splitting
Bare feet scraping against the concrete
She wanders along the wakes of nigh
Feeling these imaginary creatures
Seeing what they have done to her
Yet not knowing what else to do
These frights happening to her,
She sometimes have no recollection
Or consciousness meanwhile on blur
Like a lavender wallflower
--or malachite, cerulean, and maroon--
Never let her wander alone,
By herself under the glare of the moon
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