Category: Poetry

Untitled Poem: 6-9-25

To the lover of my lover
I love her
I want to be able to scream
But her name isn’t mine to say
She’s passing by
With no name

~ Sakari

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Untitled Poem: 6-8-25 #2

She’s sprawling with etiquette
Her face drags my wonders
Expansions to my insomniac stories
I’m wondering where she’s flying for the Summer

~ Sakari

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Untitled Poem: 6-7-25

*Paintress (Interlude)*

This world was not of my creation
Nevertheless, I draw from its inspiration
I saw her beauty, only once towards the sky
We all saw it, as she left her monolith
Amongst hundreds of eyes
She becomes her art
She draws more clouds, and they appear
She paints a sunset, and the sky becomes evening
I am at a beautiful mercy
Though she leaves, shortly after

~ Sakari

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Untitled Poem: 6-6-25

A spectacle to my mind’s theater
She gives off a three act run
And in each act she’s wanted
And in each act she’s captured

~ Sakari

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Untitled Poem: 6-5-25

You get away first
Cracks form along this self-made ground
I knew your heart cared all along
You don’t have to stay and verify

~ Sakari

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Untitled Poem: 6-4-25

She becomes her art
She’s now made of clay and soil
But I could still see myself holding her
She is still the one I’m in love with

~ Sakari

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The Way I See Her Darkness (Interlude)

I’m slipping through
And she keeps flowing
Floating thoughts of her
It has to be her body…

Her tattoos and silent eyes
Carry me through internal conflicts
She doesn’t know, and she has no idea
That she’s the cause of these discussions
Every time I picture her towel
Wrapped around her head
Instead of her body being covered
She covers her wet hair

I’m slipping through
And she keeps flowing
Floating thoughts of her
It has to be her body…
I’m imagining the best parts of her
Sides of her that she expresses
This feels too much like a calling
It has to be her body…

~ Sakari

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