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Matchsticks
And a little wind

Are

Hearsay
And the coming blasphemy

By the numbers

The sign says
"Open for Business"

Opinions are mixed

As are the numbers

Let's give the world a spin now and see what burns
 Jun 2020 Susan Nishimoto
Nidhi
They say chain keeps us captive
prevent us leaking from leaky pipes
but in reality its fear
fear is grabbing our hands
yelling at us
saying you are no one
you are stupid
and I agree
we are stupid for believing fear will stop us from doing good things
we are stupid to believe that chains keep us captive
its fear
fear makes the cold metal chain harder to realese
the key to open those chains
is to let go of fear
light mist didst cover
the snaking river's journey
en route to blue seas
Every second that turns into a minute
My thought are filled with being in your embrace
Every minute that turns into hours
My hands wonder by the ways and places you touched
Every hour that turn into days my breath slows thinking of your kisses
Everyday that turn to a week
I find my hands clenching my sheets and pillows  tightly
for than I don’t think I could control my actions anymore.
Writing poetry
At 3 am
Cause my sleep went away
Like everyone else and
Words are all I have left
 Jun 2020 Susan Nishimoto
I-sun
Hey moon,
Why nights are still dark?
Do you need help?
🌙
using measures of their own
friends of mine
tell me who i am!

do i know the real self residing in me?
searching for self-knowledge
 Jun 2020 Susan Nishimoto
Owen
From time to time
you can find me
in the depths
of the darkest trench,
in the deepest ocean.

But with your hand in mine,
I'll be breathing oxygen,
and the waters
will be clear
When we are together I know my path
 Jun 2020 Susan Nishimoto
Ayn
Kayak
 Jun 2020 Susan Nishimoto
Ayn
Sliding through salty waters,
Spray hitting my face
Each time I dip the paddle
Into the murky creek.

it’s so serene,
No people,
No yelling,
No sirens,
Just me and the geese,
And the wind.

Even though I’m thinking
About my next move,
You’re still there,
Lying, beautiful,
In the back of my mind.
Kayak is a palindrome.
As things fall
Apart you
Will remember how
I was the glue
That held everything
Together.
#glue #remember #together
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