I have a magical
way with
words
And sometimes
they can cut
so deep
like
swords
Kyoko WP
poem
With Grace
What if I decide,
not to be afraid…
But to embrace
the adventure
with grace,
not fear
on my
face
Kyoko W.P.
Still Standing
I am like a tree,
at the end of autumn.
The branches,
like my bones,
are bare,
exposed and vulnerable
But still standing
And despite the cold,
and blows of gust
I’m still standing
……. I am strong
Kyoko W.P.
With Gold
I am, but a sensitive soul
Living in a world of fear and control
Feeling every motion push and pull
Lately, it feels, it’s taken a toll
I can feel myself start to unravel; unroll
But I won’t grow cold
Oh, no
My cracks are filled with gold 💛🖤
Your Souls Engraving
I’ve always craved a sense of belonging,
Never felt I was one to fit in
Always trying, Always fawning
But then I met you, goosebumps on my skin
It was you I had been craving,
It is you whom I belong,
Your souls engraving,
On my Soul, like a melodic love song
Tender Love
Your love is something new,
So tender
My body had no choice but to completely surrender
Itself
To You
It’s like nothing in my life
I’ve ever felt
So I’ll stay here in this moment
And melt
Away
With you
Bad Dream
Chaos and cancer
War and disaster
Make it go faster
Feel frozen in a bad dream
Is everything as bad as it seems?
What does any of this even mean?
I don’t know, but it’s breaking my heart
Come take a look,
it’s falling apart
Golden Dust
All in a golden afternoon, under the skies of cloudless blue
I see your face, feel your warmth & reach out to you
Eyes are sparkling from the sun shining down
There’s an enchanting sparkle, glistening, all around
Enriched with magnificent golden dust
Natures beauty surrounding us
Rhythm and Rhyme
Poetry speaks to me
In a way so eloquently
The words paint what you can’t see
As they pour out of my memory
A masterpiece in the making
There will be no regret or forsaking
In my rhythm & rhyme making
Because to me,
it’s breathtaking
🖤
Anxious
I can’t even take this
I don’t have the patience
I’m nervous and anxious
My chest feels tight where it once felt spacious
The Prelude
Been beaten and bruised
Blamed and accused
Turned away and refused
Felt empty and used
Lost and confused
Utterly disapproved
But allow me to be excused
I’m no longer consumed
That was just the prelude
Because I have cocooned
Through metamorphosis,
I have been improved
Losing you
The decisions been made
It’s very clear
Lay me down in my grave
You won’t shed one tear
Leave me here, afraid
Because losing you is my biggest fear
The Wrong One
No matter what you will always find fault
Fault in anything I do or have done
You never once give me the benefit of doubt
You’ve already decided I was the wrong one
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Blanket Fort
The chaos inside
I just want to hide
From the world and myself
Close the book
Put it on a shelf
Hide under the covers
Until the chaos calms and I feel safe
A blanket fort is my closest escape
The Morning Wait
It’s peaceful
It’s calm
But she is not
But for a few short moments
The chaos is forgot
We wait while the sun rises
Peeking from the cloud disguises
The world is still
Birds still sleeping
Leaves move slowly with the breeze
The morning wait puts my soul at ease
My Soul Searching
Born in this world alone and naked
Cold, shaking, afraid
Longing for only one thing since birth
Forever trying to prove my worth
My soul to feel another
To feel love at last
My soul needs to be flooded
My soul held, beheld, beloved
Deep roots
Nature entwined with my spirit
I feel its magic when I am near it
Deep roots connecting me to all that is natural
I feel its presence its almost spiritual
The way the trees move my soul
Splendor growing out of control
A calming breeze moves around me
When surrounded by nature and all its beauty
The ground beneath me
The colors that I see
Majestic and moving gracefully
Watching the colors change fully
These roots are deep
The artistry can make me weep
Still
The pain in my skin
I still feel it
The sound of his voice
I still hear it
The cigarettes and alcohol
I can still taste it
The panic inside
I still drown in it
I close my eyes
I still see you
What will it take to heal and rid you
Identity
I’ve always struggled between two races
I look in the mirror and see two faces
Too Asian to be white
Too white to be Asian
Where do I fit in this equation?
I always wanted to just be one
No more confusion inside of me
No more questioning my own identity
No guesses or questions of “ what are you?”
I am just me but I feel split in two
I can’t seem to find my place in society
And it may fill me with anxiety
But I know regardless, I am mighty
Kyoko W.P. POETRY 