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Eriko Feb 2016
Thought to be
Over
But what I fear most
Is the never
Eriko Feb 2016
the blur of four flesh and bones
encompassed with skin and smile
piercing white teeth
and braids spilling over
four dancers swept the floor
joints swept by their melody and laughter

shadows creep in their faces
gaunt brows, twinkling eyes
feet hitting the floor
like brewing thunder
and breaths pouring over
the fragments of yellow light

four, four dancers
they danced like no other
lost to the bliss of movement
simply lost to the rhythm
of the moment
Eriko Feb 2016
over my dead body
can't wait to wake
this catastrophic illusion
embarked upon recollections
smothering in the sky
like cigarette buds left
to die,
wan a feather
stir the stagnant smoke
inhale an inevitable death
the stench reeking in our breaths
we are all humans too
Eriko Feb 2016
Why is it that
I am happy in a day
Yet so miserable the next
This is getting to be
So *******
Exhausting
Eriko Jan 2016
I was once asked by a person
In cold, cold tears
How can I ever count on people
If they just look for what’s
In their best interest,
And I held those bruised fingers
And wiped the coldness
From streaking down
Well
I said
The hardest part in this journey
Is to accept the worst part
In a person
But in only those
You know are worth it
And won’t drag you
*Down with them
Eriko Jan 2016
this if from a girl
who once thought
her feet could stop
climbing to the roof
she didn’t think
she needed to fall
from it anymore
but then she realized
she could fly
into the oblivion
no matter all the ****
people would throw
in her direction
Eriko Jan 2016
terrified while the encompassing spasms
that crashing glitch sunk into my brain
memories and doubts repeating like frames
I can’t go about living under so much pain

Those who seek for the greater spectrum
Fall victim to their own faulty wisdom
Diving forth without looking both ways
Only to find their body collided in both directions

Try to swim through the manifesting confusion
Finding our clothes soggy and reeking
The fabric smitten by all the wrong we do
Never coming to realize it’s not all about you

The angry emotions rage inside the few
Livid, sitting at a desk with fingers in queue
The tapping rhythm of writers under siege
Wanting to ease the honesty overwhelming

Please don’t fall, don’t wait in line
That lime green glow isn’t accounted for
There is so much more
Than living a life unaccompanied  

For the longest time I thought I needed love
Under the darkest nights I sat alone
Covering my ears as the darkness
Began to whisper I was worth nothing

Without company I found my own
In the art of words and syntax of paint
In the minds of books and lives of friends
Picking my shattered pieces one at a time

A clapping thunder of realization
There is too much beauty for a “one”
I can walk this life alone
Finding happiness whoever I find to be
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