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Erika Nov 2014
Oh, darling.
Isn’t it ironic how the time is after us?
As if it wants to be noticed
As if it gives us a clue
The clock is ticking
Keeps on ticking and it hurts my ears
As if it wants us to say goodbye

Oh dear,
How I wish I could spend no time with you.
Not because I do not love you,
but because I do not want to spend my time
just to say goodbye to you.

-ECP
http://wittyamity.wordpress.com/2014/06/27/clock-is-ticking/
Eve
Erika Nov 2014
Eve
The words
He searches the words
to describe the exquisite person
Stand before him

The words
“Nonsense! How can my excruciating words
describe her exceptionally lovely presence ” he says

The words still won’t come out
Inexplicably…

As she walks towards him
As he lays his eyes upon her
As she says
” Hi I am your eve “


-Erika
Erika Aug 2015
Isn’t it funny
How every days our mind wanders to some places we have never been before
How in your loneliest days, we want nothing but to lock ourselves in our room
listening to sad songs over and over again
How every nights we dream about the future that will never pass by to greet us
How drunk we are on our tears while dancing with the sweetest sorrows
How our friend, The Past, is chasing after us
trying to drag us to its house
How our tongue tied by the poisonous kiss
How we are locked up by some self-made rules
How we are stuck in a ****** up society
How we madly in love.

How the cupid shot his arrow at us and now demands his arrow back.
How every song I wrote is all about you.
How this world ruthlessly show its power by tearing us apart.
How every words in my poetry dance in pain and tears.
How every thoughts about you give me nothing but a bittersweet feeling
How we, two young people walk aimlessly trying to find the right path.
How we bumped into each other.
How his eyes caught your  eyes.
How  your smile caught his heart
How I long for your embrace
How my eyes long to meet yours


Oh dear, she asked
Isn’t it funny how Fate brought us together but it’s also fate that teared us apart?

Let’s compromise with The Universe, shall we?
Erika Nov 2014
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
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Erika Nov 2014
I met you at the Summer warmth
I love you at the beautiful Spring
I miss you at the gloomy Fall
I lost you at the Winter winds

-Erika
Erika Aug 2015
Oh darling, I see a whole world in your eyes, but I'm afraid I won't see myself in there
Erika Nov 2014
I am right, I am wrong
I am Yin, I am Yang
I am a day, I am a dawn
I am the Spring, I am the Fall
I am the sun calling for the moon
I am the wind, I am the storm
I am the past, I am the future
I am right now, I am back then
I am a saint, I am a sinner
I am an angel, I am a devil

I am the faith, I am the fear
I am the good, I am the bad

I am alive, I am dead
I am the sweetest lie, I am the painful truth
I am the unexpected Hello, I am the disappointed goodbye
I am the strings, I am the tuts
I am the unwanted smile, I am the desired tears
I am the love, I am the lust

I am a champion, I am a loser
I am the painter, I am the canvas
I am the happiness, I am the sorrow
I am something, I am nothing
I am the daughter, I am the friend
I am a girl who lost a soul

-Erika C
Erika Aug 2015
Is that how you're supposed to talk to me?
Is that how you're supposed to say my name?
Is that how you're supposed to hold my hand?
I might be blind, or deaf
I might not know any language
But I can sense it
I can feel it
You're in love
with me...

— The End —