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Erika Dec 2020
when I met you
I knew
what became of us
would be far too much
for my soul to bare

now here we are
miles apart
wading in our own despair

our love has soured
like the milk and honey
of what we once compared
Dec 2020 · 125
renaissance skies
Erika Dec 2020
i close my eyes
and can’t help but wonder

who had helped Him
create you?

Did Michelangelo help Him design your face from stone and etch your beautiful imperfections into your caramel colored flesh?

Was it Raphael who decided that honey was too beautiful and decadent a substance to be left only for edible indulgence, and allowed you to have pools of golden honey for eyes?

Who better than Titan to pull from the clouds, and the water whom then MUST have pulled inspiration from silk when allowing your skin and hair to be as soft as the robes I wear to bed with you.

I wonder when He called Leonardo Da Vinci in? Was it when he decided that you were going to be beautiful? Or when He decided you’d be intelligent, or when He decided you’d be kind?

I close my eyes and wonder, did they help Him create such a work of art in hopes that you’d be mine?

After all,

I close my eyes

and dream

of those whimsical, renaissance skies.
I hope you enjoy!! I was inspired by the sunset, and the way the colors reminded me of a few of my favorite renaissance paintings!
Dec 2020 · 799
moon song
Erika Dec 2020
and so the moon weeps

for the millionth time

as it is the millionth night

far too few souls

are willing

to dance in her light
Dec 2020 · 1.4k
love languages
Erika Dec 2020
my love language

is saying

that I HATE you


what I really

wanna say


   I LOVE you

but if I told you

that I loved you

as often

as I felt the urge to

you’d think that I was

Aug 2020 · 735
a spiritual awakening
Erika Aug 2020
it is nearly midnight

and I see her

in all of her elegance

dancing through the trees,

calling me to her.

she radiates,

glows with a light so pure

so ethereal

I almost weep

for what did I do

to deserve the treasure

that is

the moon
I was outside earlier, and I swear the moon was a little brighter. It caused my imagination to run wild, but I’m satisfied with the result.
May 2020 · 3.0k
no justice, no peace.
Erika May 2020
he said he couldn’t breathe,
so they took his last breath
I’m so sick of feeling like it’s never going to stop. It needs to stop. It’s exhausting to know that everyday social injustice keeps happening and now that something is being done about it, everyone is ******. When I can raise my sons and daughters and not fear for their life. Only then, will I be satisfied.
Nov 2019 · 458
Erika Nov 2019
a dead flower
does not bloom

and now

neither does my love

for you.
Nov 2019 · 256
a world where we are equal
Erika Nov 2019

I could have recited the wrinkle lines
at the side of your eyes
when you smile
as if they were etched in my brain
like a song
I could not forget to sing


But now,
I know you
as well as I know myself

which is


at all.
Yeah, so I’m single. And heartbroken.
Nov 2019 · 466
take a number, and wait
Erika Nov 2019
I love to laugh with you

but laughing is not enough

to keep me sane

while I wait for you

to decide

if I’m worthy enough

for  a lifetime.
I don’t wanna do this anymore.
Nov 2019 · 424
so this is love
Erika Nov 2019
I never knew
that I could become
so enthralled
               and entrapped
                              and enamored
by one person


I met

Apr 2019 · 347
Erika Apr 2019
it took me forever to realize
that the darkness
is fine

just not
all the time.
Apr 2019 · 106
like trees walking
Erika Apr 2019
As they age,

they grow.

both in strength and in height.

in wisdom and in love,

in spirituality and in truth.

but as they grow externally,

beneath the grass, and the soil,

lay the foundation of the tree,

that sturdy something so powerful.

We are all rooted in different things.







Men are like trees walking.

As we age, we grow.

But what we are rooted in,

that’s what really matters.
Apr 2019 · 275
the gospel truth
Erika Apr 2019
don’t bite the hand
that feeds you

or break the heart
that helps you
Feb 2019 · 175
self aware
Erika Feb 2019
my demons
go by the names
depression and anxiety,


for as long as I can remember,
I chose not to fight them

except today,

I discovered an angel
in my consciousness,
who goes by happy

and for the time being
my demons
do not
control me.

In the past 2 hours, I’ve done more for myself than I have in the past year.

It was never as simple as waking up and deciding to be better than the girl who didn’t want to be. It was a lot of tears, and hurt, and a fire so deep inside I might have ignited the kindling of my own self desire to be happy for the first time in forever.
Feb 2019 · 171
player 1
Erika Feb 2019
you play me

like I’m your PlayStation

except I’m not a game

my heart can’t be won.
Erika Feb 2019
Feb 2019 · 184
the devil
Erika Feb 2019
if I had known you looked this heavenly
I wouldn’t have thought twice before selling you my soul.
but I did. May the Power of Christ compel you out of life.

This whole poem (and the ad lib at the end) are a metaphor. Please don’t take the imagery personally.

Lots of love
Feb 2019 · 98
Erika Feb 2019
I realized
I don’t have to love myself
I just have to know myself.
Feb 2019 · 207
Erika Feb 2019
loving you
is easier
Feb 2019 · 82
pants on fire
Erika Feb 2019
how many lies
can one tell
before they start
to believe them
Feb 2019 · 6.0k
half empty
Erika Feb 2019
i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much
self care is extremely important. most days I fight my depression by putting smiles onto others faces, but forgetting about my once bright smile.
Jan 2019 · 90
Erika Jan 2019
and just like the moon

I’ll spread a little light

in a lotta dark.
Erika Jan 2019
we see the same moon
and we wish upon the same stars

and whenever we’re apart
I look to the night sky
and realize,

you’re never
I’d edit this 1000 times before it’s perfect but I don’t have that much time
Jan 2019 · 105
fire starter
Erika Jan 2019
the longing in your eyes

engulfs the deepest parts of my soul

in flames,

and soon,

the flames envelop us both

and we succumb to the flashes of orange, yellow and blue,

only to burn for an eternity

and that

is what you do to me.
Jan 2019 · 72
a metaphor for sleep.
Erika Jan 2019
my phone is at one percent

and strangely, I feel no urge

to plug it in.

if my phone is my brain

and my charger my eyes,

when they close and theoretically I die,

but really

I just begin again.
Bed time poetry
Dec 2018 · 100
new year, new me
Erika Dec 2018
changing yourself does
no good

unless things change about the people around you

Dec 2018 · 109
outer space
Erika Dec 2018
my soul has morphed
into the black hole
of a man’s
Dec 2018 · 292
ups and downs
Erika Dec 2018
some days you love me

and some days you don’t.

some days I care,

and some days

I don’t.
Dec 2018 · 123
an autobiography
Erika Dec 2018
I wish I knew myself

as well as I know you
Dec 2018 · 1.4k
the taste of you
Erika Dec 2018
your lips


of honey

and so our kiss

is just as sweet
Dec 2018 · 87
find another hive
Erika Dec 2018
you’re sweet, honey.

and yet the bees still buzz as if

you aren’t enough anymore
Dec 2018 · 210
I want him
Erika Dec 2018
I want him to be mine

not just at 3 am
Dec 2018 · 330
new beginnings.
Erika Dec 2018
and just like the sun,

i’ll rise.
Dec 2018 · 118
Erika Dec 2018
a gun is pointed at my chest,
and instinctively,
I squeeze my eyes shut.

he pulls the trigger, and steps back
one bullet tears through my breast and exits from my back.

my tears fall,
expecting to feel pain,
expecting to see blood.

It never came.

For his bullets were just words,
insults and slurs.

Once I realized no damage was done, I thought to myself,

“He needs better ammunition”
Dec 2018 · 242
Erika Dec 2018
I can’t wait to start loving myself again
Dec 2018 · 114
my muse
Erika Dec 2018
he read my poems
and tears filled his eyes

I’m not sure he understood
a lot of these words

grew from his lies.
Dec 2018 · 351
breathe you in
Erika Dec 2018
you stayed long enough to fill my lungs and left as quickly as an exhale
Dec 2018 · 105
don’t stand too close
Erika Dec 2018
playing with my heart

is like playing with fire

because my soul

gets just as

h o t

when it scorches of desire.
Dec 2018 · 110
going, going, gone
Erika Dec 2018
I felt your soul leave me
before you physically did.
Dec 2018 · 154
you said you’d be there
Erika Dec 2018
marry her.
the Stigma around women who are comfortable enough with their selves and their bodies, to have more than 1 ****** partner are not ‘slutty’, ‘hoeing’ or ‘promiscuous’. They’re having fun. Everyone goes through a ‘*** phase, and almost everyone will end up married.  It’s really not that big of a deal.
Dec 2018 · 94
Erika Dec 2018
the monster sized hole you left in my heart, is the monster in my closet, that keeps me awake in the dark.
Dec 2018 · 1.4k
it’s true
Erika Dec 2018
love looks a lot like you
Dec 2018 · 368
Erika Dec 2018
know your worth.
know you’re worth it.
know you are worthy.
Oct 2018 · 70
feel something
Erika Oct 2018
having ***, just to feel

s o m e t h i n g.

getting high, just to feel

s o m e t h i n g.

taking shots, just to feel

s o m e t h i n g.

popping pills, just to feel

s o m e t h i n g.

doing stupid **** to feel something temporarily hurts you most in the end.

because before you know it, you’re back to feeling nothing and the cycle starts again.
Sep 2018 · 89
Erika Sep 2018
the morning brings

as the evening brings

so as you lay yourself to bed
attempt to dissipate all thoughts
of dread.

because when the sun seeps in to your window

I pray that pleasant thoughts full your head.
Erika Sep 2018
monsters are real
they aren’t under your bed.

monsters are real
they’re inside your head.
Sep 2018 · 56
Erika Sep 2018
what is the ******* point
in trying

when you’re the only one

who is.
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