The big cover up 

A shout in the street

A shot in the dark

We greet the same different things

Over and over again

What we think is new 

Is really far from new 

and few 

Things really change

But really 

Deja-vu  pollution

Sprayed high & low
Gets Under your skin
Splat boom pow!

And in!

The Twisted desire 

Of life on fire

Bird on a wire 

Are we 

beyond the fantastic

Plastic

Cover Up? 

To keep up 

The illusion of  life and living

To keep us living life 

Thrift store paintings of
Memories that smell like gasoline

And mildew we once knew 

The Star kids
Cock fight dance

The indoor hours
real gone

Out of the red

And into the white

But not without a fight 
Pure war

Too much flavor
Comes crashing down 
Come Sunday

I confess 
All my sins that I repress
Change of face

And pace

And change of dress 

Can’t cover up 

The real  mess 

You really are 

by kyoko cole

One hell of a night 

After all is said and done 

You’re the only one… 

For me :) 

Bullshit 

You wanna trash this? 

You want me to hate you cause you’re still you

You might have quit the booze and the drugs

But you ain’t got much to show for it 

With a mouth like yours 

Why would anybody stick around? 

You’re too much 

Too little 

Too soon 

Too late 

Too fucking annoying. 

I don’t care to care to make it right 

Cause I can’t make you right 

When you think you do no wrong 

Spit your nasty shit at some other girl

Try and change someone else to be a necrotic jealous angry control freak like you. 

Cause it ain’t me babe 

It ain’t me 

Not good enough for me. 

You bring me down and i don’t really care about how you feel when you make me feel like shit

It’s time for me to quit 

This bullshit 

And not even think of you. 

As anything worth my time 

Cause you’re not 

And i’m just tired of you 

And everything you’re about 

A man is as broken as he wants to be

Oh you
You are not that broken
As you want to believe
As you want others to see
You are broken cause
Broken is who you choose to be
But I will have no part in your sob story
Wounded bird
Helpless victim
Hopeless soul
Bullshit  bit
You’ve got more fear than you’d like to admit
I really do but really don’t give a shit
And it’s you who breaks more good
Than he makes good

So don’t act like

I host the ghost of you

I can hear you in the silence 

Echoing my ears 

I see the trace of your face 

Everywhere and it brings me to tears 

Feels like years 

Oh it feels like years

So I host 

Your ghost

That haunts me

And my fears

Most everyday 

Long after you left

You just won’t go away

And I can’t rid myself of you, you, you

Oh you

Why don’t you stay 

A little bit longer

A little bit later 

A little more

A little  less

Look at me now 

You left me Alone in this mess 

I must confess:I find comfort in your shadow 

Of yesterday’s past 

But the more you linger 

The less I live
Oh you

You you 

Please just go away 

but he can’t be a man cause he doesn’t smoke the same cigarettes as me

walking through the store
couldn’t carry anymore
couldn’t care any less
as i do right now

in some other life
i took a knife
and carved 2 names on a tree

To preserve the time of we

Many moons ago when it was just you and me

And the cats

To see the  names and remember the life

We lived long before this

And remember the love

We both miss 

Over a life time ago

We knew someday we would meet again 

Control

You hurt me

By being you

I’m not about any of this

And i feel

Like a child

Who doubles as a punching bag

For sport

For fun

For game

That you don’t  even know you play

I don’t wanna win

At your game

I don’t want play

I don’t know who the fuck you are
Right now

But i know that this sucks
And feels like shit
And i want to go away
Alone
And not be anything like that to you

Ex wife

Ex wife
Get a life
Of your own

Stop

Stalking

Someone (me)

You don’t know

It’s weird
And creepy
And lame on you

To be so interested in me

Don’t be a troll
That talks shit
Like your opinion actually matters. 
Like you matter… 
Don’t be a catty bitch
I find it amusing
You’re too old to act like you’re in high school. Ha
You’re miserable and unhappy
But that’s your own damn fault

Noise, Noise,and exhaustion

Noise, noise, and exhaustion.

Dark, dusty flowers roughly fight a small, dead cigarette.
Where is the old street?
Shrink quietly like a dark window
Misty, fast streets calmly buy a dry, noisy light.
Talk calmly like a small jackhammer.
Why does the corner walk?
is anything really new?
Noise, noise, and exhaustion.
the night is addicted to you

Noise, noise, and exhaustion.
Noise, noise, and exhaustion.

removed

Been removed
Got replaced
It’s a slap in my face
To have ever have had you at all
In my space
In my world
In my life
Your switchblade
back stab
Cuts me sharp with your knife
You are not great
You are not true
You are not as great or as smart as you think you are
You are just you
And you is not someone I want or need to keep around.
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