Eriko

Eriko Oct 2016

I fell in love,
I fell in love with the way
my heart swells and my chest heaves,
which my hands scarred from the memory
of past paintings and draining endeavors
sweat plastered to my face and my eyes
shining, shining so bright
for I caught the glistening heat,
the elusive heat which I waited
a hundred, a thousand lifetimes
and eternal failures
I stride, run, scramble up
the side of the mountain side
and I scream out "This if ******* mine!"
with the brilliant, Prussian blue and cerulean
infinite sky and whisked clouds bleeding
like the blinding light of a rich sunset,
I fill my lungs with the crisp, pure air
smell the scent of mint and pine
and feel the ferocious wind whipping in my hair
and whistling in my ears,
and at this moment I understood,
nothing could ever measure
to the heat of being *alive

Eriko Oct 2016

Heat of Passion

the slight rhythm which courses through my hands,
that glowing hum which glistens between
the pricked ends of my ears,
drowned in piano keys and violin strings,
my cheeks feeling flushed
and temple dewing with the dust,
my shoulder aches and elbow flashes,
each joint in my finger twinges slightly,
blanketed in a fine coat of charcoal and passion,
rippling black smudges beckoning to something
like a far, far fetched galaxy
which houses my lust for another magnificent piece,
I am weightless and I float,
I am nothing but the treasures which come in a boat,
taking shore to the bank of my consciousness,
glimmers of gold and trinkets of lore
the paper speaks back to me,
each stroke I lavish a part of me,
left behind from me,
for someone else
to sit, to sit in silence,
and to drink in the galaxy
which I stored
in that single
drawing

Eriko Oct 2016

Twilight Nigh

maybe, perhaps, there is a time
where the fallen shadows
and hooded eyes
sweep out from the deafening hood
into a broader night sky,
a stunning, sublime silver
of magenta crescent moon,
blood orange and flushed
because that is the way
reminiscent sways amidst
a stroke of passion
and there is that beautiful moon
spotted glistens of a starry sky,
talking, laughing, singing a soft melody
to cool the aching strides
which create pitfalls and unbearable demise,
nay, don't look that way
don't squander where the land is darker,
where the soil is tethered by an eternal blackness,
no, keep a chin up high to the glimmering starry sky
and the glimmer of magenta orang moon,
holding close to dear heart the memory
of a twilight setting nigh

Eriko Aug 2016

Rainy Summer Morn

smell of faint, brisk summer morning
baby blue tennis shoes
running puddles of water
glimpses of smooth obsidian
on the slathered pavement,
black umbrella in one hand
a brewed cup of coffee,
unleavened with sweetness of cream
like the way the rain drizzles
without the kindness of a meadow stream
splash, the puddles ripple
and the rain creates apparent wrinkles
in the air and wet scenes
forged into a single continuity
which curves at the edges,
and swells in the appendages,
the body of a rainy summer morning
aching from long night's fast,
weeping like the endeavors
of single stroke of solitude,
the joy and vibrant yellows
ellipsed by the buffering grey morn

#time #coffee #rain #solitude #summer #body #morning

Eriko Aug 2016

Silent

an awkward first glance
hair which brushes too long*
broad shoulders and lanky strides
and fallen words sort of fall
from his lips
yet a pair of blue eyes
startling, like an salty ocean sky
and silence...
when was silence with
another breathing stranger
the calmest impression
*in the heap of madness

Eriko Aug 2016

Open Summer Nights

brisk, waning scent
of another scorching summer
fallen to an end
gallantly, it slips
behind the
farthest mountains
and the sky opens up
like a cracked egg
with the yellow yolk
deep-set orange
and swimming on the peaks,
light rain which drizzles
and softly kisses the pavement
leaving steam to roll through
the campus grounds,
another ordinary night
of a summer gone,
a burnt out light
cracked open,
like the way lips
can suddenly spill
with brilliant night

#summer #smile #night

Eriko Aug 2016

Many Things

I've been asked
did you find love?
and I say yes, I did
with the pink glow of a sunset
the smell of salt in the oceans
and the way the cold, blue water
breathes like a weeping accordion
strangely sad which strikes at the core
I found love
in the art of storytelling
in stringing words together
I can climb to a treetop
and yell on the top of my lungs
I am an architect!
I construct words to compose
the most beautiful stories
I analyze and measure,
feel the weight of it
on the tip of my tongue
I fell head over heels
for the visual arts,
for the literacy of colors,
for the symphony of form and shape
for paint to transcend
human imagination
I fell in love,
I am still in love
with chocolate and blueberries,
with pillows and books,
with laughter and road trips,
with peculiar imagination,
with many, sublime things
but mostly I fall in love
with moments and memories
I can share
with others

#love