Eriko

Eriko Jan 2016

I would like nothing more
than a chance to walk out the door
there is no turning back,
for the adventure would embark
forever more

to marvel at the yawn of dawn
as the luminescent rays of gold
streak over the earthly molds
the wind carrying the salty seas

or the fire crackling in brink of night
the stars gazing and twinkling
despite
the chilling comfort and weary feet
yet with a hand to hold into quite tight

to begin anew where no one knows my name
to catch a flight far away from here
to meet those people who travel as I do
off the beaten path, never turning back

Eriko Jan 2016

fireworks

the piercing glare of moonlight
running along the stairwell wall
the silent creep of hurried footsteps
scurrying across the darkened hall
nothing but an unsteady breath
and lonesome thoughts to accompany her
losing herself in a world without gravity
to weigh her down to the tethers of sanity
no, she's not completely mad
but when the night transforms into a tunneled capsule
knowing that there is none but herself
it's a little hard to keep a steady silence
on the intangible colors which boom
like fireworks, making all that noise
inside her head

Eriko Jan 2016

shallow pool

ready a shallow pool
I won't be diving*
after secrecy
*anymore

Eriko Jan 2016

torn of two things

I need to get far, far from here
far from where I don't feel like a disgrace
a silent girl falling to obedience
just so that she won't create
an unhappy audience

where has gone her voice
to the things which matter the most
so afraid of disappointing those her trust her
doing anything to appreciate her efforts

since when has she gone silent
since when did she lose her neglect for fear
now her voice resides only her art work
yet even that can be easily misunderstood

imprisoned in this capsule of circling tragedies
with a person who keeps tugging at her feelings
she knows she deserves better
yet she is torn between heart and mind

so where has gone the mighty roar
where has fled her ambition to deflect
now everything only hurts a little part of her
sensitive to slightest parting of ushered clouds--

torn of two things, dangerously messy
her singing heart and battling mind
her hidden voice and rampaging silence
trying to find the truth

which is better to side?

Eriko Jan 2016

salt and fear

the extraordinary sights of a reaching hand
the gesture of flights to beckoned upon land
seeing the speck of mountain ridges and peak
while the agonies of life begin to drown me

swim, must I try to swim
struggle against the current
I know what is right and what isn't
yet I can't open the sails to discover

the salt floods into my lungs
the stinging sensation causing me to cough
maybe that's why we have salt in our tears
the reminiscence of our past prevailing fears

Eriko Jan 2016

heavy

I feel enormously heavy
as the darkened room
presses against my skin
and the cheery melody
echoes far into oblivion
I can't pick up my chin
Or wipe the moisture
from my eyes
or chance a plea
into the sunlight
what I carry inside
they will never know
I have tried to rid of it
But it's a flame
that won't die out

Just feeling isolated at the moment