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Eriko Apr 2022
a night enthralled
with a rhythmic banter
clashing and pulverizing
a sound scape ricocheting
as the lights glow like a mischievous smile

the dark blanket of night filling
the empty spaces,
hand in hand the frigid air and
cracked concrete
crackle, sigh, bellow

a cat peeking around the street corner
a sticky glass of drink
the shaking of limbs and teeth
this night the house
collide with sound
Eriko Nov 2018
My love
All I ever
Wished for is
To be held
And to be never
Let go
How wrong
Of me,
Love, let me go
I have to fly
I have to roam
But treat me right
Love with softness
And passion
and I promise
To return to you
With a beak full
Of flowers and melodies
Which sing of
The moon
Eriko Nov 2018
The moon cradled in its throne
The leaves scatter and crackle
Like the bite of winter’s reprise
Alas, light twinkling
Rectangular scores of color
~oranges and yellows,
Faint and rich
The city is an ocean of light
Alive and swimming
Like the scales of a
Glittering fish
Eriko Nov 2018
Your face
Pressed to
The palm of
My hand
And I caught
Your smile
In my grasp
Eriko Sep 2018
Basking in the sun
Picking mint leaves
My cheeks flushed
  Aug 2018 Eriko
Katelynn
Someday you’ll love you.
From the sparkle in your eye,
To the pitch of your laugh,
Even the color of your hair.

You will love every part,
From every wrinkle,
To every crinkle,
Every part of you.

But they will try to tear you down,
To make you frown,
To make you think you’re not worth it.

But darling you listen to me.

From the way you walk,
To the way you talk,
You will be mocked,
But don’t you listen.

From your weight,
To your height,
You are all wonderful to me.

Maybe one day you’ll see,
The beauty I see.
The way you were made,
So beautifully.

But until then,
Do not forget,
On how true beauty,
Comes from within.
I hope one day that you love you the way you deserve. You are worth it ❤
Eriko Aug 2018
a field of long grass
rolling and folding,
like scoops of butter
as the descending sun
kissed the swaying stalks
into golden wheat,
and the sweet summer breath
sighed with relief,
the sky a glowing sea
and clouds of dust
puff underneath my feet
as the dirt path
meanders aimlessly
through the fields,
here, in this small
corner of the world,
is carved out for
a breath
to simply
be
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