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289 · Feb 2016
day's end
Eriko Feb 2016
grey, gloomy shadows transpire
from the pale beaded window
cold, slushy drops rap the glass
I undo the laces to my shoes
and tumble onto the ground
hard, bronze wooden floors
gleaming silently, like
petals of moon unfold
I hear my lungs rushing
exhausted climbing to the
apartment floor,
shoulders strained from
balancing my bag
a wallet of nonexistent cash
makeup probably smudged
lipstick faded, my muscles begin to sag
I wish to fade, so very gently
just to forget about my stress
to bury my anxiety permanently
288 · Aug 2018
little brother
Eriko Aug 2018
the first taste of autumn,
its chilliness and orange glow
gently sweeping the change of seasons

a brother and sister
chatting with plates of food
ham-cheese croissants and cherry tomatoes

the brother chuckles,
cheeks plump with youth
eyes yet unfazed from growing up

his tiny body unburdened
he's wearing his father's sandals
and they are ten times his size

we fill the waning dusk with banter
I scruff his hair like I always do
what kind of man would he become?
288 · Aug 2015
Temple
Eriko Aug 2015
a woven fabric
stitched neglect from margins
the float of syllables
cascading like ripples
of rustic leaves,
or pawing of flakes
of dazzling snow
blanketing like endeavors
held onto without reason
~gnashing of teeth
glossy reflections
tearing down, so dwell
its okay to buffer
and expose the fill
the echo of thought
converge hindsight
today, the snow will
glisten
the leaves will
listen
remember to keep
those things
sacred
288 · Apr 2017
Which?
Eriko Apr 2017
what does it all mean,*
the pressure of hand and hand
as two people who love gaze
*inquiringly into opposite directions
288 · Apr 2016
Untitled
Eriko Apr 2016
Breath
The vessel
Journeyed across
Expanse
And oblivion
Can be taken easier

Carry the jar strapped to my pack
Sealed tightly so wolves cannot lunge
It's a breathing organism
A riveting chance, a manifesting fixation
288 · Feb 2016
ironic
Eriko Feb 2016
for the love I crave after*
ironically
*seclusion is my best friend
287 · Sep 2018
Untitled
Eriko Sep 2018
Basking in the sun
Picking mint leaves
My cheeks flushed
287 · Jul 2016
Sharing
Eriko Jul 2016
A pocket full of stories
Which only a minuscule
Which will ever
Be shared
286 · Oct 2015
paper thin
Eriko Oct 2015
how the vessels of our body
wrinkles paper thin
when we decide
to finally crawl out from within

funny to think
that all the emotions
crashing against the barriers
brews in which no one can see

I can just imagine
a cloud of dark lines
brandished over my head
obscuring the lenses
which used to be so clear

and now I feel like
I see everything in black and white
just keep close and catch me before I veer
off the wrinkling piece of paper
286 · Apr 2015
Everyday
Eriko Apr 2015
mesmerizing eyes
dancing smiles on crescent lips
a treacherous mountain top, I fall
for the likes of you
every single day
286 · Aug 2015
Prose
Eriko Aug 2015
our eyes are windows
to the things
within our entity
285 · Aug 2018
rekindle
Eriko Aug 2018
my love
my bones
my eyes
and teeth
and skin
and feet
a hearth
in the pit of my stomach
have built
a new
home
285 · Apr 2017
exploration
Eriko Apr 2017
perhaps the way the dappled sunlight
floats above the ground,
like ephemeral ghosts silvery
of golden sonic booms,
rocketed into orbit, clear into
the farthest reaches of the universe
airships sleek and elegant,
the mighty richness exploding
into alien atmospheres,
of outlandish stories
and bizarre adventures,
with a silhouetted captains quarter
and the most courageous skipper,
perhaps with the last waning light
orange and stark yellow as it sinks
into another time-woven dimension,
entity can endure past the gates
wrought with fear of the great unknown
285 · Feb 2016
single
Eriko Feb 2016
single,
a troublesome definition
dumbfounded by it's lack
of conviction
single,
a single note harrowing
in an extravagant orchestra
a single notion
caught staring across the room
a single spoonful
of sugar in tea
a single stitch
in a new dancing queen
a single detail
swimming in overwhelming
distractions,
it's beautiful to me
you see,
single**

a single person
is living and breathing
somewhere on this globe
all there needs to be
is a single moment
a glitch in time,
a space reservation
to say hello
I'm not a Valentine's Day enthusiast.
285 · Aug 2017
reprise
Eriko Aug 2017
to abate this sorrow,
this swallowing vacuum succumbed in
a whirlwind of grief,
I stumble to a halt, needing, pleading
limping for a form of inspiration
the thundering bolts which course in my veins,
the sparkling light which shines every morn,
the beautiful way my heart pounds
to the rhythm of my feet,
I grieve over the loss, the startling new reality
so sudden and sharp I almost lost balance,
then had to stop in a cross-section
of cones spilling over pavement
and the magenta sky waning in her descent,
I stop and sit, look and breathe,
and understand that my heart still pounds,
the wind still sings, the light still shines
and my feet will have to rest
why I wait during these days
and cherish the moments
to welcome balance to regain her feet,
like a marvelous, marvelous guest
284 · Nov 2017
Guardian
Eriko Nov 2017
door slamming in the thunder,
rumbling blemishes
and coiling swaths of color
a brisk bite of chilly autumn air
and the swinging of the ground floor,
window panes taught from the strain
leaves pouring through the neglected window
crackling peels of paint
and lazy glows of aged bulbs,
a house toppling as the tempest endures
a house resisting the urge to fall,
you see, look closely
through the knocking of the storm,
the walls cannot fall
and nor can the roof,
there is a treasure to protect,
and memories to cherish,
all the lifetimes of happy fishes
and warm pies to relish,
a house of this kind cannot perish
it guards the kisses
and the starry night wishes
283 · Oct 2016
something like art
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
283 · May 2015
Too Late
Eriko May 2015
a pump of gasoline
reek of Earth's inner stream
when it's too late...

silence will breed
death toll awakening
in avenge, festering
poisoning,
too late
283 · Jun 2015
Happy Living
Eriko Jun 2015
live a life green and swell
malachite sapphire cerulean airs in color
laugh and yearn for that delicate smile
every step united to miles
282 · Jul 2017
A Girl's Alcove
Eriko Jul 2017
perhaps, perhaps a fleeting day
with the bristle of leaves
washed ashore by a brave,
brave young wind
like that of stirring sirens
spurred like a screeching raven
lost in another sunset day,
then, a momentary stall in
another alcove,
perhaps one day the leaves and grass
frothing at her feet will kiss
the sore, sore bruises inflicted by
weariness and travel,
a faucet, perhaps, to water the roots,
to quench the thirst of listlessness
and the parched corals of her crackling soul
fossilized to crunch like stone, grinding each
passing morn with no living recollection
of warmth pressed close to her body,
encompassing her bare backside,
where ghouls will no longer stalk in her shadows,
plant the faucet, channeled with the tug of war
like an ocean's embrace,
that of passion and despair,
of reckless delight and vengeful tempest,
that of relentless tug to kiss the roots
of majesty's feet, queen's skirt bristling
that of sea froth and sandy dunes, of
huge rooted trees and laughter
as grandiose of mountains
bursting through the mists,
this small girl has much to learn,
something about a faucet to
water her small alcove,
something about knowing that the grasses
and roots are all she knows,
until the wind decides to carry with her
to make another home,
so her feet are no longer sore,
to nestle next to the ocean,
to be kissed every waking morn
282 · Oct 2016
illustrator
Eriko Oct 2016
I didn't become an illustrator by choice
the slip of words,
the heat of cheeks,
the clothing I adorn,
an illustrator, an imposter
a viel drifting in anticipation
for the yonder and all
what do I mean?
282 · Feb 2016
train ride
Eriko Feb 2016
agitated drone of metal
swaying feet
world flash before seen
280 · Oct 2015
boats
Eriko Oct 2015
do you ever feel like*
you are a ship
with the walls
still being built
yet you still
float along
the cerulean surf
*of the salty seas
279 · Jan 2016
A long time ago
Eriko Jan 2016
I can't sleep tonight
Because I realize
What I should have
A long time ago
279 · Dec 2015
Birthday
Eriko Dec 2015
I feel like I am drowning
Even though there is no water
To drown in
I feel like I'm falling backwards
Even though I am sitting
Very quite still
I feel like crying
Even though today
Was my birthday
And there is no reason to
Only at how it's so easy
For days to turn dark
What is it, night?
No it's not the night
I can't see the stars
And feel the breath of a better day
On the horizon
278 · Feb 2016
Headlights
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
278 · Apr 2016
Sun's Reprise
Eriko Apr 2016
Stained glass bellowing
of passionate sublime hues
Stroke of sun's reprise
277 · Nov 2016
Untitled
Eriko Nov 2016
sometimes,
I feel incomplete.

sometimes,
I need to be
                     here.

sometimes,
I wish I
                    could turn back
                                            to the days
                          
            I felt
                                                                                                                 *infinte
277 · Mar 2017
yolk
Eriko Mar 2017
a celestial  poise
thickened with rigor,
and an uninvited slimmer of anger
shuddering beneath the tinted nimbus
cumulating,  the memento mori
bristles with each swaggering thud,
thunder rolling through
the late spring sky,
pierced with the current of lightening,
all sits still
as the tempest breaks,
leaving behind a yolk
bright as a golden day
and sublime as a rippling stream
spilling its brilliance
all across the expanse
of a dampened glean
277 · Dec 2015
folds
Eriko Dec 2015
the brisk rap of rain
slipping down the window pane
the slight blinded gaze,
the blur of a glittering dance
as the past begins to cry
stolen clothes in folds
the past versions of myself
trying on the skins
I tried to squeeze into molds
277 · Apr 2015
Far
Eriko Apr 2015
Far
I cannot
Even begin to say
How my heart flutters
at the sight of you

Yet I am still here
Far away
And never able to
Embrace you
276 · Dec 2015
Wallflower
Eriko Dec 2015
Heedless of the words
Thrown into the abyss
Like forgotten dreams
Songs wander lost
To the swallowed wind
A shout, a wallowing shriek
The ecstasy drumming to the head
Mouths foaming, ears splitting
Bare feet scraping against the concrete
She wanders along the wakes of nigh
Feeling these imaginary creatures
Seeing what they have done to her
Yet not knowing what else to do
These frights happening to her,
She sometimes have no recollection
Or consciousness meanwhile on blur
Like a lavender wallflower
--or malachite, cerulean, and maroon--
Never let her wander alone,
By herself under the glare of the moon
276 · Dec 2015
Fantasy
Eriko Dec 2015
This will be the best
It will ever be...*
A question dangles
Like a cliffhanger
Or a period presumes
To stunt the night
And I'll live every second of my life
Wandering when I'll ever know
Which ending best fits
The pages of this fantasy
275 · Oct 2016
Horizons
Eriko Oct 2016
Maybe another *****
And endearing fear
Dwindling like fallen leaves
A brush of reminiscent breath
And crunch of gravel
Sinking of sand
Another horizon
To topple over
274 · Feb 2016
hardly gone
Eriko Feb 2016
That knotted twist
of gut wrenching fists

The tension snapped
like a drawbridge
Flooded in sunlight

Haven't been genuinely
happy in a century

Fall, fall into the
crashing waves
Calling on melodies

Can barely breathe
with those fists wrapped
around my throat

Neglect such certain tragedies
leap into strife of
Infinite possibilities

Never thought I'll slip away
Mirror shattered on concrete

Bits and pieces
memories heaving
Shimmering like daisies

No one is going to save me
Pick those fragments
glue them,  nimble and stern

So I can look myself
in the eye again
274 · Jan 2016
Gesture
Eriko Jan 2016
My feet plunged into cold water
You could hear the ice
Cackling with cruelty
Snapping me
To a startling reality
And the stars ceased to sing
My friend, I began to sink
In all the mounting pressure
Like that day
Of clouded gestures
274 · Dec 2015
faceless
Eriko Dec 2015
a faceless runner
away from the slippery sky
the sinking fray
of thoughts beginning
to fall astray
whichever is true
I'm sorry for I do not
know what I really mean
and thoughts falling astray
like eyes gone dilated
--seeing without really knowing--
living lovely lives
which really don't
belong to me
so I run away
from the sores
and sail boats
which leave behind
those bruises
272 · May 2015
Sea Whispers a Breath
Eriko May 2015
sea bitter tinted cerulean
forth bristle lungful of breath
frothy waft earth's flagrance
the forest rests upon moon's pearly swoon
272 · Sep 2015
notes pt. IV
Eriko Sep 2015
this side of the room*
are filled with those
who chooses not to
fill in the blank
we feel entitled
to fill
for
*happiness
271 · Feb 2016
institution
Eriko Feb 2016
A rush of blood
straight to my head
I think I see the ground
maybe it's shuddering
beneathe my feet
or are my arms are still
attached to my body
I can't tell, not anymore
not without your cologne
wait, is that music in my ears
earbuds hunming soundlessly
I think I have been daydreaming
I must have been
the teacher have been screaming
my name,
it's three syllables not
******* twenty six
pay no attention,
I don't stir any trouble
I am human too
resonance reoccurring confidence
a dazzling spray of mist
spur me someplace new
this institution is
bleaching innate good
School. Teach me to become another individual,  not a clone
271 · Feb 2016
porcelain
Eriko Feb 2016
May the clinking of porcelain skin
Refill the famished throats
Gleaming under the sunlight
Sparkling from silver moonlight
Simple pleasures and the breath
Caught like a butterfly’s wing,
Bat away the crows
They don’t belong anymore
271 · Mar 2016
I love
Eriko Mar 2016
I love
           Mysteries
                            Books
                                     Open windows
                                                                Rooms
                                                                            Pizza
                                                                                      My friends
I love
           The internet
                              conversations
                                                     Paint
                                                              Art


I love
                                 The growth pains
                                                      Still nights
                                                                Thunderstorms
                                                                             Blue eyes
                                                                                           Shadows
                                                                                                      Morning light
I love
                This body
                              My mind
                                             The past
                                                               creating who
                                                                                         I am today
I love
                Mistakes
                                     Adventure
                                                         Oblivion
                                                                               My friends
                                                                                                    Family
I love
                                                           You
I love
                                                                                                               Me.
271 · Apr 2016
Untitled
Eriko Apr 2016
realms ricocheting*
candles aflame
*scented candles
270 · Sep 2015
Marrows
Eriko Sep 2015
I was told to do something different
Outside of comfort zone,
Far from the hemispheres
Where my eyes and keen might have grown  
Like the roots of lavender ruffled petals
Swinging in the breeze of morning snow
A sigh of cascading pollen and softened gestures
To elevate the weight burrowed within my marrow
Such a captivating complexion of afternoon glow
If only my permanence wasn’t as easy to replace
Please try, if only the hushed murmurs snuck behind
Gloved hands and concrete walls
I live in a world where reality sees me through
The passing of each moment meant to portray
The fact that we all are wandering astray
Born in a minute and live to die the next
Believing we know which way is right,
Which tree leans to the left,
How can I possibly erase all the ****
Which messes with my head
The intricate distractions I choose
To hold hands with and call my best friend
Why is a constant battle to argue
Upon thresholds of annihilated truths?
270 · Aug 2015
locket
Eriko Aug 2015
a capsizing rotation
axis spinning on solitary grins
the fingernails grating
scratching for that foundation
or this upside turn
the wind is howling
and ears a ringing
heads are spinning
for that small fact
of gray, gray matter
looking too truthfully
to oneself,
wandering astray
beside gravitational pulls
the fear of
searching too closely
maybe look in the mirror
see who is standing
behind morrow's wrong
who have been holding
the keys to the door
and the lock
in a
pocket
268 · Aug 2015
Token
Eriko Aug 2015
a strong fixation
in a starry oblivion
the wishes plummeted
to a shower of meteors
take an eye lash
a lucky penny
whisper to no one
but to the wind itself
no one knows who's listening
yet we all clutch our hearts
our desires and fears
our hopes and dreams
into the palm of our fists
and wonder if this small
token of appreciation
can grant the wishes
we all hope
in true passion
and helpless
wonder
267 · Aug 2017
clouds of thoughts
Eriko Aug 2017
walking, skipping, running
through the fields of golden hay
with sprouting sleeves of green
like green apple and lime,
hiking through the stony terrain
with my cloud of thoughts,
those rainy, rainy clouds of doubt
or thundering tempest pounding away
crackling and careening into a frenzy
blinding like the way
the ice skitters across the cliff sides
and accumulate on my breath,
running, run so the clouds cease to trail
sing, with a spiriting tune
gliding, soaring in the high, high stratosphere
where maybe its notes can beam
under the radiance of the shining sun
266 · Oct 2016
Heat of Passion
Eriko Oct 2016
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
266 · Mar 2016
Untitled
Eriko Mar 2016
I am tired
Tired

I tried to write two poems
In fact

About the reasons why

How I have not found
Someone I have been
Looking for

How it's so ******* exhausting
How temporary
My life has behold

Nothing is set in stone
But i would like
The feeling of security
With the chaos seething
Like a bile undertone
265 · Apr 2018
what am i
Eriko Apr 2018
what am I
but an impression in the world
a twilight of life
an ephemeral speck
a temporary flame
a fleeting beauty
of bones and soul
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