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Eriko Feb 2016
Flaming red hair
Short, cropped blonde
Startling pair of blues
And a chopped brunette
And a wonderful hint ahead
Feet trail one after another
As the sun sinks far below the horizon
Chuckles of laughter bellowing thereafter
No ceiling to contain the gitty flare
No roof to block the chilly breeze
The crunch of brown grass
A gathering of strangers
Headlights pierce through the night
Beckoning shadows bounce into flight
The stars shine and glisten
Nothing to bother but other hearts
Willing to listen
And like a trail of headlights
In the dead of the night
We help lead the way
Without quite knowing
Which way
Eriko Feb 2016
The slight run of engine spluttering
Car exhaust washing the air
With white bellows,
Sharp, swooning turns
And torn yellow fields
Carved into golden hills
Blistering rubber in pavement
Momentum carry, thus far and free
Beautiful pair of blue
Glistening sky pinned beneath
The sunny glare
Idle, the passengers sit
While the car flies in great fit
Propel on, rail roads skidding
Grasp the wheel
Yet we sit in idle
Eyes roaming over the horizon
Tracing the yellow lines in direction
Windows rolled down
Like thoughts exposed unknown
Clean air ambush and snare
Our cheeks, our faces
Our hair blown in reminiscent flare
Sunlight blinds the past
Speckled roads glitter in suspension
No need to utter
The moment might simmer then sputter
Just carress the figment of time
And adventure flashing
Clarity and sublime
Eriko Feb 2016
in the blank blue
eyes vacant
cast in ghostly hues
did I really know you
are you really willing
this to crumble
into nothing
  Feb 2016 Eriko
Nida Mahmoed
Time is running like a fast train,
But there is always a time,
To hold a moment,
To feel a love,
To say all; which still are hidden,
There is always a time,
To make things right,
To know your real feelings,
Convincing ourselves; we are right,
Chosen to stick with stubborn behaviour,
Destroying nothing but you,
Change it; before there is no mean to change,
Everything can start again,
Every moment, you can hold and become whoever you have waited to become!

By: Nida Mahmoed.
  Feb 2016 Eriko
Torin
I'm learning how to see
Rainbows in the dark
In the midst of what I call loss
There is something gained

I just have to figure out what it is

And maybe this is all
Maybe something more
In the middle of an ocean
My feet upon the ground

I'm learning how to see
The particle and the wave
What it always was
And what it can be

I just have to figure out what it is
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