(Where Old Meets New)

(Where Old Meets New)

inside old walls with memories built on broken promises and lies.
So inside this i try to build new memories that are much kinder to find,
so i don't hide when the past comes to fight,
what i have left of my heart that has already and too soon given to another.
his sun will rise and mine shall fall apart by place but not to call.
i hope he finds his life and remembers every experience as i.
But as life moves forward he will forget and pass,
i am the past and that time, i guess... wont last.

Written by Nami Sanjo
Posted on 05/28/13

I can't sleep.

I can't sleep. 
 if only someone knew what I felt and was here.
If only someone wasn't afraid and stayed.
If only I wasn't stupid I wouldn't have written this fucking poem.

Written by Nami Sanjo
Posted on 05/21/13

(I was naive)

(I was naive)

What do I say, what can I say.
Every syllable hurts.
Creates pain. 
Creates a lump to where I cannot speak.
Healing from the past but terrified it will repeat in the future.
The shame of how I was and the things that I've done.
I hope for things new but still watch them breaking my hands.
I thought I had created a new glue for the pieces left behind.
Yet it would seem that once again I will be a victim of time.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, none that would care even if I cry.
The sorrow fills and spills over.
The containment of a flood of emotions is breaking.
The question still remains, where do I go from here.
It echoes in my heart, Like the reverb of an empty drum. My tongue betrays me so I no longer speak And in that I can only weep.

Written by Nami Sanjo
Posted on 05/15/13

A moment of clarity

A moment of clarity

Another night were stars shine bright, roads lead home by light blumed in sight, like fireworks in eyes that shine in hearts divide. Like a love that once was and in naive hope arise and found in such beautiful lies. But in that truth I find my rise beyond the stars as well the skies. I am my own and in that alive.

Written by Nami Sanjo
Posted on 03-16-13

musing

When the world falls down remember your past and relive the days gone by for you are the omnipresent of your history that can not divide. Fly free. 

Written by Nami Sanjo
Posted on 02-12-13

A story of a broken heart:

A story of a broken heart:

Im in a room, screaming loud and clear. 
Oh sweetie , what's the matter my dear? 
Can't you here me?! Can't you see me!?
Mabie.
Then why can't you feel me.?
Im so alone in this crowded room. Is it entertainment to watch this happen? Is it relief to see its not you but that's not what you tell me. 
They come with love and go leaving the pieces for me to pick up. They kiss it better, as if im a child. But it never holds.
You kiss me, you fuck me. You hold me but don't make love to me. Am I diseased in some way that can't be measured? Am I just another tally on a list? So many questions but still no answer. One smashed it, one dropped it, one fixed it but it wilted and died. One lit it on fire!. But watched it burned asunder. One even scared it away, but it got lost along the way. One found it and helped me put it back together, well halfway anyway. He got board and magically felt nothing after almost a year. This last one though, were do I begin? So many years but so many fears. But then one day, after so much pain it seemed like what was left fit. And now he runs. Before anymore can be done. Just as it jump started the plug was pulled. It Cracks it brakes it leaks. It can't hold any more because they always leave. So in the end its not them, its me.
Why? 
Because no matter how true I am to myself, They Always Leave.

Written by Nami Sanjo
Posted on 01-19-13

Falling, floating, healing, hoping

Falling, floating, healing, hoping  All these thing were foreign to me, by the actions of others. till a night when stars were bright and a moon of white over hearts align, frozen in time. Ill never forget the hours spent with beating wings fluttering emotions forgotten yet new all from the site of you.

Written by Nami Sanjo
Posted on 12-10-12

Untitled

Is there such a thing as air when you aren't there. I do not know but it is hard to breath. When the couch is empty and nights seem sleepless I feel inspired to higher forms of myself. I strive to survive till I feel you near till I know your here.

Written by Nami Sanjo
Posted on 11-27-12