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  Mar 2015 Yumiko Sakata
Sound Of Rain
First times had always been important to her.
The first time she learned how to ride a bike without the trainer wheels, the first time she got a great grade on her test.
Because these first times were special only when they happened for the first time.
Riding on the bicycle without the training wheels was no longer unusual, getting good grades wasn't new.
They just became regular habits. She never regretted having all of those first times; the only one she ever regretted was the first time you spoke to her; looking into her eyes.
Because now, even after all those years,
she still can't look away.

-A.A.
Jumbled thoughts
  Mar 2015 Yumiko Sakata
Aniseed
There's a thought that haunts me
In the mornings
When the sun peeks through the curtains
And it blinds me
And the coffee is burnt
So I take a morning dose of
Smoke to mute my taste buds

It haunts me at work
Where my smile is as fake
As the honey tone of my voice
But they'll believe it
And buy two for two fifty anyway
Because I've asked them oh so
Nicely

It plagues me in the evening
When I've settled down with a brush
In my hand
Painting abstract strokes with
No road map
No idea where they're going
Just a current of blending colors
And lines

It strikes me at night
When I'm closing my eyes
And willing myself to sleep
Though the sheep don't run home
Because the path is drenched
In regret

That thought
Which haunts me

And itches at me

And runs laps through my mind

Is that I've never felt peace
In someone's arms

Never felt so fulfilled
To touch someone

Never had words powerful
Enough to describe it

The thought that harrows me
In all the hours I know
Is that I've never known
Love
  Mar 2015 Yumiko Sakata
Neath
She loves to hold onto truths that were never meant for her...
Yumiko Sakata Mar 2015
Maybe its true,
that you sure did fall for me
but all you saw was lust
instead of  trust
Yumiko Sakata Jan 2015
People think that the only way to connect
is to have ***,
this generation's biggest tragedy is
mixing up love for lust on the daily
Yumiko Sakata Dec 2014
Times like these where i don't think you are my knight and shinning armor.
You are more like a cigarette with every inhalation that I take I'm closer and closer to death
you just drive me ******* insane..

Let me take that back,
cause you don't understand any way else
You suffocate me
as if i cannot  breathe with each step that I take towards you
The more you want me, the less i do

My therapist says its an obsession,
for you to care this much
Obsessions can be dangerous if not taken care of..

But i do not worry, cause eventually you will forget
Forget  my sweet voice and the way I would sing to you at night
Forget my brown eyes and they way I looked at you when you smiled
But most importantly, you will forget I ever existed,
and instead you will remember of the monster you turned into
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