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310 · Oct 2017
a marathon mystery
Eriko Oct 2017
stuck high, high in a fog
glistening bulbs, whispering
reminiscences of gold and pinks,
of blues and greens,
wading through a marshland
crisscrossing streaks of dreams
wishing upon a falling star
rustle of trees, savoring the breeze
the sweet, crisp wind and icy glares
melted, blasted into watery gazes
with the grinning avalanches
and warm, warm smile,
a mystery, a marathon mystery
twisting through woods
and bridging mountains to the next
a marathon mystery
an ongoing memory
310 · Apr 2018
remaking
Eriko Apr 2018
the waning sunlight
strikes a ray of brilliance
once more
blanketing the air
in thick strokes
of burnt oranges
and yellows so rich
they speak of gold

the sky dances and dazzles
and sparkling blues
underlay the patchwork
of oncoming dusk
caught in a twilight,
in an inexplicable in-between
of settling day
and waking night

a sliver of transformation
a destined evolution of time
I race and embrace
I ache for it to stay
yet in vain I hail
in its temperance
it shall remake
310 · Jan 2017
Speak
Eriko Jan 2017
sunshine,
rain crisply tattering
on the gazebo wooden beams
where the moss grows tall
the daisies wither naught
and duo respirations
beating like a thunderous soar
of golden warmth
as two breathing souls
consume the tattering rain
and faint bleak sunshine
under a wooden beam
and moss-grown roof
waiting patiently for the
other to finally
speak
309 · Jun 2017
Untitled
Eriko Jun 2017
she didn't feel like knowing
~knowing, perhaps
that there could be
a future with a man
~frightened, perhaps
and elated, preferring
to remain hidden
~she wants to know, really
if she's brave enough
to gamble love in turn
of a childhood friend

so here, she sits
comfortable in having to know
but terrified either way
just thinking
309 · Aug 2017
Untitled
Eriko Aug 2017
blue, violet, indigo*
orange, red, summery yellow
black, grey, indifferently still
groaning and crackling
flashing with downpours
why, he said
the sky feels quite tangible
like flickers of emotion
running across canvas
it has a lot of joy and sorrow
*the big, big sky
309 · Jul 2018
Untitled
Eriko Jul 2018
The weight, the tug
The pains which lace
The thoughts which peck
The eyes which thwart
The inner caches
Shift under light
Collecting change,
Giving more away
~A window,
A candle aflame
A breath of summer sweets
Rushing in the chest
Still under renovation
Paint the walls anew
Settle in down with wild flowers
A buzz of bees,
A trickling creek
Build a skylight
Allow the night to heal
A heart to be
A heart to grow
A heart to cup
With warmth
309 · Aug 2015
retrospect
Eriko Aug 2015
to feel the pressure
building in your ears
like that thud contemplating
between two chords of hollow
resounding wood,
a twisting root manifesting
wiring squeezing skittering
across the surface we all fall~
there is naught in retrospect  
upon reflected conflicts and
toppling restrictions
hearts in chains like tail fins,
caught in a net cast deep into
frothy salty seas
hoping to trap what is not ours,
thinking what it was
thinking to grasp
gouging for a grip
into this vulnerable scare
slippery slip
308 · Aug 2015
glossy pavements
Eriko Aug 2015
I cannot even begin to say
how the dusk settles at fray
how the sky illuminates
fog slithering across wet pavement
glossy dark obsidian
a mirror to the inferno above
the vast expansion,
the twisting of light flares
melodious in unison
with wind and sky,
cloud and nigh
keep the closest thing
in reach with me
before I get lost
again
307 · Jan 2016
winter exhaust
Eriko Jan 2016
the puff of white breath
dazzling beads of frost
smell of spewing exhaust
just inspired by the routine of warming a car in the morning during the winter
306 · Feb 2016
tombstones
Eriko Feb 2016
A fraction thrown into abyss
A sliver of chosen tragedy
Cast those creaking lights
Like crisp piercing tails
Trailing the wounds
placed over our hearts
run smooth,  touch hesitantly
fingers sliding over the scar tissues
tombston buried forever
in our figments of contorted minds
Oxygen flushing into
Brittled cavities of our lungs
stung rotten with words which stung
take a damp sponge
Spewing warm water
learn to dab our own heads
to soothe the fever
of humanity's love
and endeavor
306 · Aug 2015
Filters
Eriko Aug 2015
For once, try to live a little
They say, their sly slithering faces
Their rejection to an another intuition
Their fists pounding in faces

Try to live a little
I drink coffee at morning break
I drink tea at settling dusk
Yet I sit in glassed encased circle

I see everything in sight
Saturated with meaning and rich despite
Yet never can I touch the things wanted the most
Sitting in the middle of a relapsing circle

The glass doesn’t chip
My fingerprints fog the surface
I pound my fists
Yet leave an ocean of smudges

Blinded to the world
There is nothing I can do
Sometimes I feel like
My mind has diluted to mush
305 · Jun 2022
corner folds
Eriko Jun 2022
what are memories
but treasure chests
of pain

or hard candy
that slowly melts away
and leaves your tongue blue

or a phantom
that creeps
from door to door

peeking through some,
locking after a visit
lingering in the shadows

memories travel like a whisper
a refraction of light
and swirling dust bunnies

what are memories
but a corner fold
of a page
305 · Aug 2016
Spring
Eriko Aug 2016
A bright wake of snow
Glimmering where
The grey meets sky
Forging and drifting,
Mounds and side sweeps
Banking against the tall
Pillars of trees
Pine and brisk peppermint
Trickling with the frigid chill
Tinkling wherein a sigh ascends slow
And crunch crunch
More silent noise to follow
Of hot, swirling breath
And Rosemary cherry cheeks
Curly blond hair and a pair of glasses
Glinting like the moon basked in glory
Her hands clutched
Nimble fingers wrapped around something
And with every step she took
Golden light radiated from the coals
Sheltered in her hands,
Hovering over her chest
The golden light rippled over the snow
An array of grass and orchids sprung
Wherever it willed
And thus the snow began to melt,
Taming the sublime spur of
The frozen maiden of winter's felt
The maiden of Spring puts forth
The blossoms and rich sweet air
The color of honey and petals which unfold
Spring walks through the forest of else
Where the cycles reroutes
Of begin anew, of life and something else
304 · Jun 2015
Jar of Thoughts
Eriko Jun 2015
come home to a room
scattered elements and leaning towers
a pile of ******* wrought askew
as the linen bunches waves of the hour

dusty sunlight filtered through curtains
an artist breathing of thoughts gone vivid
papers pencils books and parcels nothing retains
as the artist pours over the jar of living thoughts so livid

time etches timeless, unguided and unforeseen
pastels and paint, words and typewriters
they all glitter in the eyes never to cease
like stars afar in galaxies aflame and brighter  

the world shuffles by, smacking their lips
as the artist pours over the jar of living thoughts
they may even close their eyes and fall in a ditch
no worries, this artist would rather not

the scattered papers smudges of visions
coffee cup stains and food wrappers remain
a reason there's an invisible division
between the ******* who don't

and the ones who do, unconstrained  
*sit tight
304 · May 2016
Untitled
Eriko May 2016
Sometimes it builds
It all builds
Like the way the gutter groans
After the spilling downpour
Watch them fly
The wooden spoons and jesting ordeal
Endearing through the clash of sights
Wondering which side was light
Grass soaked in deep spilling night
Splattering gushes trickling in speech
At how the numbness has been breached
And it's time to break hell and teach
304 · Feb 2016
passenger seat
Eriko Feb 2016
in lack of warmth to press away
trembling, crackling thoughts
resonating in my head
sometimes it's empty in there
steady rhythm of cascading snowfall
humming guitar strings bleeding
with every pick and measured swing
the sinking sunset and strips of black clouds
hands gone cold, skimming the steering wheel
driving where no one ever goes, where my feelings
today could just flutter and roam,
the rumble of the engine, I could feel
tumble over the train tracks
I drove for hours to the country side
swaying golden stalks and rolling hills
where even the clouds and horizon flirt
I drove with the music pounding into the metal
with nothing but silence to soothe the rampage
windows rolled and the wind bellowed
whipping my ears to stinging numbness
a grin creeping as the sunlight glinted
singing, really, through the branches and trees
pockets of snow hiding in shadows
sometimes I wonder how I can be happy
when I want to be loved so badly
to want someone to hold me
yet so content in my own company,
I drove, far far away
until the sun set and the stars begin to glint
the ******* galaxy immersed
I was a deer caught in headlights
as the music and bitter taste in my mouth
couldn't even compare to the way
I wanted a syllable spoken
in my passenger seat
302 · Feb 2016
spotlights
Eriko Feb 2016
craning my neck to the never-ending ascent
cemented stairs narrowing into dizzying consent
flickering, dull neon lights,
my shoes tapped as I puffed
above the steps of flight
the air was cool,
posters plastered on the gloss
sharpie scribbled pertaining messages
historical analogies, flashback memories
creak, the heavy metal door opened
place a stopper, shush my breath away
before me splayed an array of shafts
wooden beams and rotating lighting crafts
silent and dark, empty and stark
I tiptoed and clung to the ladder
tasting like metal and smelling of riddles
I finally sit, spotter vibrating in hand
the piercing white light following my
every trail
headset fastened, murmuring conversations
the show is starting in
3
2
1
go
actors file onto the gleaming stage
vibrant hues and melancholy shadows
each element working in unison
my hands spotting the beams
flashes of color
ringing tones of vocal chords
musical, theater performance
and I sit in my booth
hands tingling from light's heat
watching the show unfold,
behold, transform,
beneath my feet
love working at my local theater
301 · Feb 2016
snow run
Eriko Feb 2016
soft scuffles, flurry into the frigid temps
the white frozen crystals cascade silently
opaque grey skies bellow in furry
spitting more cold as my feet tread
haphazardly, the cold bites my lungs
I run, breathing heavily
treading thick footfalls and smiling earnestly
whipping through trees, toppling over rocks
today I drove to the mountainside
knowing quite well a blizzard was brewing
distinctively reflecting the recklessness inside of me
but this was something which I love to do
to feel my heart beating and my body competing
against the coldness blown my nature
a hint of carelessness sometimes brings out
the best in me,
thick hat and slimming tights
yak tracks to keep my shoes from slipping
skirting around fallen logs and hearing
the crackle of frozen river beds
the sun simply glowing upon the snow beds
as I made my way around the mountain bend
golden light melted, filtered through the
pine leaves, stifling sweetness
with that of the coldness
I couldn't feel my cheeks and my toes
were growing numb,
yet I am much too used to that now
my thighs were beginning to burn
and ice kissed along my exposed neck
there hasn't been anyone to do that lately
I could see my breath puff out in front of me
reminding me that I am still very much living
it's not me and my head anymore
its me and the mountain, running without
no apparent reason,
other than to feel loved
by that of the intimate curves
and the treading of my
sore feet
I am still young and my feet are already sore, but thank goodness I am still young to recover on the morrow. I still have a lot of mileage to cover before I reach a safe haven and a place I can call home.
301 · Mar 2016
Bus stop
Eriko Mar 2016
Single glowing screen
Translucent reminiscent
Shoes on wet concrete
It's raining here
301 · Apr 2017
human endeavor
Eriko Apr 2017
wish, wish upon a echoing call
the soil rich and lush, the trees
standing proud and tall
blue streams streaked with
slivers of pink salmon
and my breath even
across the mountainous roar
steps preceding the footfall
shoulders swaying and
the soul living, brewing
in the warm, warm chest
as it blossoms after every mile
tickling the ribs of the cage
and spiraling throughout
the hight of bone and tissue,
of muscle and joint
as the feet ventures off
into the far, far empire
of human endeavor
301 · Jan 2016
sickened
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
300 · May 2015
Beastly Ones
Eriko May 2015
stand still in transmogrification  
my thoughts are lost in constant annihilation
a puddle smooth as mirror of skies
as rain weeps under silhouetted lies

we wander astray perplexed our entire lives
never to really smooth the wrinkles frowned in despise
a circling globe of mesmerizing flights
of peoples souls awakening restless at night

we wonder and ponder
at thoughts what lie in yonder
a dreamer's dream sunlit in beauty of clouds
perhaps we wander to bury our own fire

and as series of flashes whisks astray
never fully to contemplate
why we love to drink sights so faraway
why we never see beyond certainty of date

that the rubies in waking hours
and gems of thoughtless creatures
are all and same, as one together  
systematic to the longevity with one another

for one to truly live
there is nothing but one
in unison, simply
as beastly elegance to rest desire
300 · Aug 2017
Passions
Eriko Aug 2017
I stood in awe
in the most perplexing
silence which was not quite
like the trickle of water
but of a stunned recognition
of crackling thunder, of
electrifying energy rolling,
writhing like a bonfire
I stood, my chest thumping
like something of numbing euphoria*
as the dancing, dancing man
with passion blanketing him
and music pouring from his creation
forged a union, a marriage
between the living thing
of man and music
and I was nothing more
than an earth-shakened leaf
taken by a singing light
*dappling the sweet forest floor
300 · May 2015
School's Implicity
Eriko May 2015
No matter how hard I try
To wade through the mass of bodies
Their presence press too closely
And those gleaming white floors eat up my feet

Sleet, reek, I possibly cannot eat
The knowledge up so fruitfully
Shoved into our face like sheep
When was the last time you left me any sleep

I gouge out those door handles, yet they standstill
It appears those we praise--
Resents us
Try not to burn us out like a candle
As I sit in your synthetic realms
You call knowledge
299 · Feb 2016
dancing orange light
Eriko Feb 2016
hands curled next to my cheeks
damp from the moisture
which seeped as I slept
an exhale of beauty,
grandiose yet so sweet
confined inside these walls
I built around my bruised heart
I felt the light dance on my eyes
and the warmth glistened
peeking my eyes open,
I cried, a sudden blinding sensation
the fiery orange,
the yawning majesty of galaxies,
imprinted in my vision
this morning I woke up
to the sun in my eyes
shining behind the line of trees
the bone-chilling cold
which crept in my toes
I had the sun dance in my eyes
a temporary blindness
now I know to never cry
in my sleep
299 · Jan 2016
To do
Eriko Jan 2016
We all learn
Not to be certain way
Yet there are precious moments
In my day
I just want to clasp
With all my strength
And not give a ****
But u learned right
They all jeer
Not to do that
And that moment passes
And I am left clutching the air
So I nod like I always do
And go about my day
299 · Dec 2015
wishful death
Eriko Dec 2015
please, oh my god please,
don't ever ******* say that again
at how you want death to come
and ****** the galaxy from your eyes
and steal the life
right out from your warmth,
to turn cold and still,
to never hold a loving hand,
to never see the light of day again,
and how the breeze simply brushes
and swoons in the great blue sky,
to never feel the kiss of rain
trickle down the back of your neck,
never say that you prefer death,
that is so agonizing,
it's so ******* terrifying
watch the golden sun spill on the bedroom walls,
stare in awe at how the butterfly
flutters in an ocean of lavender,
taste the spicy tang
feel the smooth alcohol spill
in the pit of your stomach,
knowing it's so easy to fall
victim to the such clutches
just never decide to go
just keeping holding on
to the music on hold
298 · Feb 2016
conversations
Eriko Feb 2016
an embellished conversation, words running catastrophe
the words sink fast, fast, fast
swollen with the stench
and gleaming with utter redness
pounding of head, shake to the left
only to glimpse the silver opal
called the moon
slip behind the ridge of mountains,
all these conversations
words translated without comprehension
slaughtered, spat out, the syllables
run rampant
a million times a day
there are two people having
a conversation
I wonder what they saying
I wonder if they mean
anything
298 · Dec 2015
afar
Eriko Dec 2015
a forsaken breath
sliced like shadows
a dreadful weight
flung into the mess
how easy it is
to fall to the blackness
how exhausting it is
to watch from afar
298 · Feb 2016
guarantee
Eriko Feb 2016
I cannot guarantee anything.*  
the warmth of breathing human being
ruffle the cool strands of my hair,
untidy yet shimmering softly
gentle beams of moonlight
Stars glisten in the dark navy sky,
the moon floating like a pearl orb of silver sunlight
To have our feet tired from walking the daily bouts of life,
to feel the comfortable weight of life lifted even for a moment.
To have the stereo humming with low,
swaying beats of brilliant acoustic,
guitar and a ringing voice buttered
with the soothing strum of an ocean’s breeze.
To have our backs nestled on the hood of the car,
the head lights trailing two perfect beams
which stretch far into the dark night,
The headlights catch the swaying stalks of golden hay,
the flutter of moths swinging about in the fray
As the night wanes and the early morning precede,
the car will be turned off, the headlights no more,
so that all that can be heard is our silence
The morning is beautiful,
the silence a comfortable melody,
One whispers a syllable or so,
soon a train of laughter is followed,
it is broken with the voice of loss and defiance,
of confusion and youth,
the air is sweet and lingers with
the hard knock of trees, presumably pine.
The horizon glows with the faintest sheer blue,
the pine trees stand in the distance
Soothing, cool breeze flutters across the field,
Like the way I feel
When my life feels right
In short glimpses as such
Yet,
I cannot guarantee anything.
My memory taunted me
that place in time when there is a moment of pure clarity and joy, as if life is supposed to feel this way
it's so peaceful, I'm afraid it's too good to be true
I'm waiting for a catch, a glitch
because moments like this have recently felt
like it can never exist
297 · Mar 2016
placed
Eriko Mar 2016
I know places*
don't ask for directions

be careful
I will let go
of the grip

don't ask me why
there is a road
and there is a place

I'm alone for now
so come, occupy my lonely hand
there are places
placed to fill

I do not know of a home
so don't imagine
*there is a way back
297 · Jul 2015
Stand Still
Eriko Jul 2015
keep your lips pulled tight
you might say something impolite
keep your eyes to the ground
so that it can forever graze
keep your hands still by your side
they whisper, "to keep it disciplined"
keep your feet locked-in straight
so that they can cut it off
whenever you start to walk
295 · May 2015
Rapturous
Eriko May 2015
a splendid ecstasy
a festering delicacy
the joy at sight
blue marvelous skies
its own manifesting destiny

the race among stars
clouds sweeping breathlessly through
a world just created for you
my own billboards scarred
and a pelirious love affair

What am I supposed to do with you?
294 · Apr 2015
High Ways
Eriko Apr 2015
highways arched
and seamed the cloudless sky
and as coffins forsook their march
thousands of souls drifted in lies

frightful winds whisked their laughter
their life, their high, the light from their eyes
a Shadow crept, soon after
as bodies fell from the sky

thud, thud, the bodies broke cement
and  sweet red slathed thickly over ground
thud, thud, the bones crackled an icy descent
as skeletons eroded to their gravel mounds

forever, graves enriched seethes
to this day a shrill of knives
an icy brute stripped of teeth
which gnaws our everyday lives'
294 · Apr 2017
walls too steep
Eriko Apr 2017
a three-shot fellow and an odd-legged stance,
whisked into a buffering four-walled alleyway
where the sand dunes eat his
sore, sore feet
and the air too brittle
for his syllables to stand
    his sandpaper hair teetering
       on a brink of straying grey,
            here he stands.
unmoving, without love
             for his land.
the sky soar far, far up above
         the brisk blue sky
              or thundering reminiscence
              of an age gone too far
                    to hold,
growing old in a bare four-cornered alleyway
    where this old man
          once with fiery gaze in his eyes
                  and a spring in his feet
                        have built his home
                                 with walls too steep
293 · Aug 2018
to carve
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
293 · Oct 2016
Twilight Nigh
Eriko Oct 2016
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
293 · Apr 2016
Calling to Dawn
Eriko Apr 2016
Swirling, swirling echoes of greens
Gem stones shining like
A lonesome star
Magnificently beating
Evoking some sort of light

One can never pass
The cry of those
Left behind in their own graves
He was like a ghost
Shimmering slightly
Whistling an empty tune
While climbing the chimneytops
To heaven's embrace
Racing to never catch his breath

Her nimble smile fluttering
Behind the iron ivory wrought gates
Under the chiming calls,
Crying beautifully she wonders
Closer to the music
Where her fingers could finally
Strike the light of dawn
292 · Jan 2018
defeat
Eriko Jan 2018
she leans into the wind,
feeling her gravity tilt,
the world trickle into sparks
the whistling burrows
into her ears,
the sun streaks grandiosely,
leaving glowing pockets of flesh
like gold sweetened with wine
as the warmth hits
the side of her face,
and she smiles, grinning mischievously
as gravity encases her and she falls,
head first towards the mossy, steaming earth
a cool mists roll through valleys,
and as she banks into total darkness
she climbs through only to find
her hair whipping like fire,
her muscles taught with life
and eyes bright as silver
as she soars through the skies,
finding her haven was waiting, patiently
beyond the trenches
of defeat
292 · Jun 2017
destinations
Eriko Jun 2017
the haze settling like a brisk pace
of tap tap tap on damp pavement
the wave rippling as the wind bristled
with each eager step, one by one
away from the steps of a hollow expanse
the hollowness shrouding, corrupting
the inner veins of flesh and bone,
the vision dimming to that of narrow keyhole
as the clouds raged and the ice clang,
tap tap tap the steps tread onwards
towards the horizon, towards the steppes
of bountiful bloom and effortless search
what is that I'm searching for?
the window hasn't been clearer,
the days more lopsided than that
of a rocking, seafaring vessel,
an arching ship, a restless thought
of a destination a hands breath away,
yet a million miles etched into decay
will I make it before it is too late
292 · Apr 2017
kindling
Eriko Apr 2017
shoulders hunched over
metal tables, where hips ache
and meet the bite of the edge,
where the eye lay so intent
on forward, chanced upon
another reality, another fantasy
other than the glum-white walls,
corners like imprisonments,
here, with elbows touching the cold metal
and pencil flying away,
the notes singing and meddling,
arching over where bridges lay unfathomed
to tales of fantastical beasts and claps of thunder,
of whimsical laughter catering above an ill-fitted tower,
of diving through scouring deserts, blistered heels
and parched lips as two and two hold onto one another
of tragic heroines and mystical vessels of evil,
here, as the kindling of imagination unfolds
cling onto it, I say
292 · Aug 2015
Delusions
Eriko Aug 2015
ordinary strangers lost to a disfigured screen
the pixels diluted so that the eye cannot retrieve
a scurry of fuzzy people which skitter across
their faces lost to painted scoured masks
silhouettes hovering within retracing channels
my friend, the reception have gone haywire since
we have believed in everything shown on this screen
and now it's too late to cut the televised cable
it has ****** everything we were once able
and the batteries to the remote cannot handle
our detriments which begins to glare
and we lose sight to those ordinary people
292 · Feb 2016
strive for
Eriko Feb 2016
Soft, glowing touch of iridescent blue
Gently caress the splintered skin
Stretched tightly around knuckles
Which wouldn’t give in,
I’ve been keeping my eyes open
Been bloodshot and shining
From the beauties and tragedies
Yearning, striving desire
Relentless tug underneath
Hidden door locks and silver keys
Not even your sound can wedge
Between what can truly be mine
291 · Jan 2016
friends
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
291 · May 2015
Waking Lover's Denial
Eriko May 2015
a relative humanity known today as insanity
festering wounds devoured the eyes of man
strolling through those concrete realities
I cannot possibly explain the beginning gone clarity

this is not a love song to my future husband
not a confession of my feelings for you
sounds crazy, wingless butterflies
dragons flutter in my stomach
enraged from the sight of you

the looks of you, those lips and eyes
how each words escape without stains of dye
I see the back of you
those glimmering arched necks
masking the loneliness in disguise

right now I just really want to caress those wounds
wipe those tears careening from those eyes
I try desperately to shift my heart away
I'm afraid you'll hurt me
that I fall spineless and sightless
but it hurts too to block my heart
from impossible possibilities  

I travel to find that drop of warmth
yet I'm addicted to the breath
that sigh extinguishing vanity
claw my way out its too dark to sleep

I know I haven't been the best
I haven't been the prettiest
yet the cure to society  
I try desperately to grasp
in my hand I wield
these words to decipher
that blood weeping from my chest

yet I stay rooted in fear
that you may betray
yet I'm still here
holding desperately to your hand
you never notice just close your eyes in denial
I am here every step of the way
until the day you let go of our embrace
we have been holding on to
since the dawn of day
291 · Aug 2015
Pockets of Space
Eriko Aug 2015
silence streaming through  vacuums of space
spun like a knot and creased into folds
keep a key on it, there can never be a deal
to the things unsaid within like confusing strife
a shadow, a glimmer
the face illuminated by the rivers
pixels grouped so to elevate the meaning
words gone wired into the pockets of space
shrill of laughter filtering through
the touch of eye and word of mouth
the things which are said
sometimes are left
where we left them
on the other side
of a stark
galaxy
290 · Feb 2016
scratched ink
Eriko Feb 2016
the riveting chill of putting pen to paper
scratching of thoughts, blotted out
crossed over, shaky in terror
pulling the weight of body
behind the rusted ink,
knowing there is no
turning back
once the
ink scar
the
paper
290 · Jan 2016
Vanish
Eriko Jan 2016
the galaxy stretched far above
the ghosts of mountains
and whistle of sea shells
just the serenity of a moments pause
afraid to look down
and see the ground
vanish before my feet
290 · Jan 2016
Settlement
Eriko Jan 2016
Who am I
With the settlement
In what I consistently do
In what I unconditionally feel
To entertain your happiness
Just as they are my own
Most, in fact is
The love I have
For my friends
Family
&
You...

And what would it feel like
I always ask myself
Striving to be the best
Filling my cup of tea
By the affection reciprocated
Yet to actually have a beloved
Who would unconditionally
Feel and do the same
For me
289 · Aug 2017
joy sunken
Eriko Aug 2017
nothing like a smile
sun soaked, joy sunken
beaming with you
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