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Kyoko Sasaki Poem
You are the smell before rain
You are the blood in my veins
I need to get you out of my system,
bleed it out by the blade
You are an incurable disease
You are the cancer consuming me
I need to get you out of my head,
but I can only lie on my death bed
You are the ghost of my reminiscing
You are the piece that is missing
I need to come to terms inside
Perhaps we'll cross paths in the next life
Copyright © Kyoko Sasaki | Year Posted 2014
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Kyoko Sasaki Poem
My melting point,
is your voice and words
Calling my name
my molecules twist and turn.
My boiling point,
is your searing touch;
my vapors disintegrating,
in your thermal clutch
I begin to slide down my cooling curve,
when your heat is transferred elsewhere
I begin to reach my ice point,
your absence bringing in the cold air
The solid I've become,
cold to the touch,
longing for heat,
longing for love.
Copyright © Kyoko Sasaki | Year Posted 2015
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Kyoko Sasaki Poem
the punch of the first note
the sound of your name
the sight of the number
invokes an ocean of emotion
the tickle of a memory
the hint of a smile tugging lips
the ache of a heart
what remains is just reminiscing
the last word
the last laugh
the last time
marks passing bisection of our worlds
the hourglass grains sliding away
the slipping grasp on affection
the tapering conversation
history repeats itself
but the consecutive will never be the same
Copyright © Kyoko Sasaki | Year Posted 2014
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Kyoko Sasaki Poem
I am very fond of losing things.
I'd lost my wallet on the first day of primary school
I'd lost my bottle while on the bus
I'd lose almost all my erasers before ever finishing them
I lost my student pass and got a beating because of it
I lost my best friend when we split classes when I was 10
I lost my innocence at the hands of a man who didn't know self control
I lost my mother the day she told me my dad was having an affair
I lost my ability to have faith and trust
I lost my ability to believe in myself
I lost my ability to love myself
I lost the feeling in my skin whenever I was beaten
I lost my perfectly unmarred skin
I lost the fighting flame that pushed me on to never
I lost sleep over countless nights of wondering and wandering inside my head
wondering when will this all end
In the struggle against existence and things I would never understand
I
finally
lost
myself
Copyright © Kyoko Sasaki | Year Posted 2016
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Kyoko Sasaki Poem
I dream of a rescuer,
coming from the stars.
Sent from above,
from a place so very far.
I dream of a saviour,
wherever he may be,
to sweep me off in his arms,
to a place where I can be free.
I dream of a place,
where I can call home.
Where happiness knows no end,
and pain never be known.
Alas 'tis but a dream,
bottled in my head,
to be sent out into the ocean,
in hopes of being read.
Copyright © Kyoko Sasaki | Year Posted 2015
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Kyoko Sasaki Poem
i have many demons living within
fear, loathing, and cowardice; the first few to come in
pain, angst, and loneliness are resident vices
Whether friend or foe, neither do I know
but there is a king amongst them all
a true deceiver
a pathological liar
he makes me a believer
I was a returning patron
in him I looked for love and faith
the will to live, another day
he makes these promises but never delivers
it was long before i realised, this angel was pure evil
the rope he handed me, was a noose ever so tight
who would've guessed
they called him
hope
Copyright © Kyoko Sasaki | Year Posted 2016
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Kyoko Sasaki Poem
I lit the fire and laid to rest,
curled into a corner,
settled in for the long nap.
I wanted to go in peace,
played my favourite tunes.
Volume to the max,
as the smoke diffused.
As i slowly let go,
my fingers to my toes,
the music faded out,
and my heart sank below.
I did everything right,
what could go wrong?
I closed my eyes
to the lyrics of my favourite song.
As the fumes died,
i woke to harsh reprimand.
i knew that what had gone,
was my first chance.
"What's wrong with you?"
"What game are you trying to play?"
Those were the wrong words,
the ones that made me turn away.
Copyright © Kyoko Sasaki | Year Posted 2015
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Kyoko Sasaki Poem
The clouds in the sky,
slowly drifting further
I can't grasp or feel them like I used to,
when they fell for me in rain
then evaporated day by day,
vapors disintegrating.
Copyright © Kyoko Sasaki | Year Posted 2014
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Kyoko Sasaki Poem
Saudade
At night I lay awake to watch the 12 o'clock show.
It's not that I want to, my brain is conditioned to do so.
As the audio and visual begin to play,
A technicolour title appears; Saudade
From 12 to 2, the show usually runs.
Its episodes seem to be in pieces and shards.
As I struggle to recollect and grasp its content,
a drama begins to unfold, one of love and contempt.
Sometimes the show stretches on, from 3, to 5
Sometimes it goes on for an entire night.
As I come to the part where he calls me, "mine"
I find my self constantly pressing:
Rewind
Rewind
Rewind
How the show ended, I'm not clear,
but the season finale always gets me to tears.
Copyright © Kyoko Sasaki | Year Posted 2015
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Kyoko Sasaki Poem
Sleeping beside me, floating o'er my head
Sitting beside me, swirling through my mind
Laying beside me, until the end
Like a the blood flowing in me, through my veins
Leaking out in the excretion of tears
The salty tang of you washing over in waves
Your lingering presence brings one to frustration
It beacons like a light, praying for me to stay
Passing time has seen it to be the other way
Copyright © Kyoko Sasaki | Year Posted 2014
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