Do they
Do they really see
The despair
Of
A broken heart
The torment
The empty hours
The doubt
Yes
The self doubt
The trudge
Of revisiting
For
No reason
Do
They really see it
No
They do not
For sorrow
Is only
Deep
Inside
Never
To been seen
By those eyes
.

From her window panes ,                                                                                              I feel that she looks at another                                                                                          World that looks greatly different                                                                                     From her pretty and wonderful world ...                                                                           Her eyes stare at others' eye just to make                                                                        A pretty link with all of those links around ...                                                                 She wants to know other worlds of people                                                                       From her lovely and wonderful window ...                                                                         All of her windows overlook in all directions                                                                Looking for rights things in people's eyes ...                                                                 That window that she stands behinds tells                                                                      About her real truth in her own world ...                                                                   She is looking for a pretty love or she is                                                                       Looking for something else almost missing ...                                                                Her eyes are windows that overlook amazingly                                                           And her world is another world of love .................

I am addicted to writing poems                                                                              Simply because I love to show what                                                                       I have to all people anywhere and everywhere ...                                                  I can not distance myself from people                                                                    Simply because people's love lies in my heart ...                                                    Every poem carries a good thing                                                                           To all people in different forms ...                                                                            I always set sails through my poems                                                                      In all people's seas and rivers ...

it is an honor
to love
and be loved
by you (only you)

i wanted a hippie van
and you wanted to make me happy
so you took off your Vans and grabbed a marker

we wrote "don't worry, be hippie" on the fabric until our fingers cramped

One day you'll realize that it was not love that broke your heart, but your perception of it

That when the tidal waves crashed upon the shore you were the one who followed them back to sea
Hoping that the waves would drift you off to a place like the one you created in your head

But love is not a land of make believe and fairytales
Yet we try so hard to find the same emotion we see in a movie or read in a book

We are searching for a feeling that someone else created because they were daydreaming about the perfect kind of love
But perfection is a figment of the imagination

And until the day we realize how much power three words can withhold we will never truly know what love is or how it feels

Because we are fools desperate for a feeling we think we need

Tik Tok Tik Tok….

I’ve always said I would call you
to tell you how much I love you
But there is always a tomorrow, right?
So I didn’t call you that night
I’ve always said I would write you a poem
that describes your beautiful soul
But there is always another day, right?
So I didn’t make you one
I’ve said I would come over to your house
But there is always another morning, day, and night, right?
So I didn’t make it yesterday
and today

How long will I stay like this
In a comfort bed
My soul paints a dark still life
The piano plays me a death march
Mind wanders thinking about tomorrow
” There is always tomorrow “

Till I know the skies run out of stars
Till The moon has lost its beam
Till The sun is overshadowed by black clouds
Till The trees are paralyzed
no longer dance with the wind
Till the books run out its pages
Till the eyes are reddened by blood
Till the tides go back to the ocean
Till I know I’ve lost her.
Because of my tomorrow



-Erika