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Eriko Jan 2016
so afraid of oblivion,*
but don't you see
*I am exactly that
Eriko Jan 2016
somethings are*
so ******* hard to say
like that one song
which reminds me of you
*every time it's played
Eriko Jan 2016
There cannot be any such thing as coincidence
I dare not to believe it
Our life is so much special without it
and things don't just happen
like the one chance of a midnight stroll
the melody of crickets and feet cold on the concrete
like the breath of a shuffling leaves
leading me to a doorstep
no, there cannot be coincidences
things don't just happen
and I rest better knowing, perhaps
my life isn't wondering so aimless
Eriko Jan 2016
Just feeling dead inside
in the scream of the night
where I can't control my mind
and see what's on the other side
I tried,  my dear
trust I did try
yet something about the empty sigh
I can't keep myself together tonight
I don't have tears to spare
nor a shuddering intake of breath
all I know is that I am not okay
like I told you so before
when it was 3 am
why is it I never know my way
once when I find it
it's whisked away
so I am left yearning after
the reminiscence of
a ghost failure
Eriko Jan 2016
An explosion of flavor
blossom on the tongue
the sizzle of vegetables
and laughter sweet sound

the crunch of iced snow
and campfire to keep
our fingers warm
slight stars twinkling

nothing so precious
but time with friends
loose wine and tongues
recounting memories

Etched in stone
Eriko Jan 2016
How to stay anything a world gone mad
sickening consumption
so egos may last
bellies teetering
gitty with greed
and yet we all wonder
why there is so much bad

it's all spinning backwards
everything is concaving
why are we so comfortable
being so blind?  
despise the overgrowth,
yet they present life
killing mammals for sport
yet not to eat what they killed

why so tethered to that of our
computer screens
doesn't it bother anybody
there is a world to see
why,  I must ask, why
the people are growing tired of ****
the government can be of so much more

yet the white men reek in their thrones
not knowing anything
calling a nation their own
when really it's the money
which keeps their ego afloat

history repeats itself
doesn't anybody know
the protests and death
alluding to a brink of war

and who would tell
those mad fools
who would cure
the ambiguity in
their holes
  Jan 2016 Eriko
m i a
what if we were colour blind?
and colour wouldn't exist in our eyes
everything would be grey like the skies on today.

what if we were colour blind?
and art wouldn't dance around in our minds, would our hearts die? would our souls cry?

what if we were color blind?
would our skin colour be a problem, would we still see racism in a random news column?

what if we were colour blind?
and we would no longer be able to see the fantasy of things, and we'll forever be stuck in reality or something.

**what would you do if we were all colour blind?
i was going to add more, but my mind when blank. <3
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