Work 

I wish I didn’t spend the majority of my days 

Working for someone else 

To pay for 

The cost of living 

A life 

I didn’t 

Exactly sign up for 

…or maybe I did 

Nothing 

There’s nothing for me 

To hold on to now 

I remove 

You 

From 

my heart 

From my head 

And from my life 

Someday never comes 

Busted pieces

Faulty parts

Dead eyes

Cold hearts

There’s no use in trying

To save what’s sunk

There’s no use in holding

On to what’s junk

The city of stars

Is under a starless sky

The city of sunshine

Is where light comes to die

It’s a fraud

It’s a fake

It’s the kind of city that will make

And break

You into the worst

But first

It will take

You

And

It will blind you

With the illusion

And then fill you up with confusion

Until you

are no longer you anymore

Love means nothing Here

It’s just a word people throw around and use

and abuse.

There’s no use in trying

There is no use in trying

-Kyoko Cole 2017

Ugh

And the sad part is

I just miss you 

I need to go 

Far far far far away 

Maybe some other day 

I’ll be better

Tham I am Now 

Today

I see

That this world

Isn’t for me 

You gotta kill yourself before you kill everybody else

I want you to LOVE me as my broken self

Just like you want others to do for you

But it ain’t easy

And it ain’t gonna ever happen

With someone who just gives up  

I need strength when I ain’t strong

I am strength when others are weak

But right now 

I seek

To change

To find

Gotta break the bond

And not my heart

I wish there was some way to go back to the start

But I know

Better

And you wanted me to go

Big things little things 

i grabbed the moon and the stars screamed
at midnight i walked the lonely road alone

can you feel the beating of my heart?
the mighty impression suspends off the message
outside the sad argument
into the setting sun

down the quickest mistake
the evil belief acquires
above the rare ceremony
the plans
you create 

across the magenta sky

blinded by the light
in the resistance

Is heaven
a hand held by another
sets my spirit free

hydrogen carbon and rust

truths scratched from the dirt 

Rusted trucks

die with years

in dried grasses below

with vultures above 

They hover 

They watch 

The live 

in waiting 

hungry like the old

hungry like the forgotten 

waiting in line

for the dead

to come

waiting 

like we wait

To die 

take your dirty hands off my mirror

sun shines

summer comes

again

it’s been 3 years

and i don’t feel a thing

like i should

like i could

take that!

thought

out of mind

and then 

it will

all be fine

some day

they say 

after today 

Everything will be fine

again
when we return

the sun sets

and day is done

like the bodies 

of everyone

like the sun 

Well cease to run

And someday will die

but you and i 

and the moon 

are never alone 

And are forever alive
going home

going home

we will know 

when we get home

  

Goodbye song 

Loves shadow hangs low

Loves broken me in two

Million pieces

And at moments

I feel like I can’t go on
But it’s alright

I’ll be alright

Even if I’m all wrong

I’ll sing my song

And mourn the loss of you
No closed doors

All were left  wide open

And the empty hallways

Left my empty too

And at this moment I feel like I can’t go on
But it’s alright

I’ll be alright

Even if I’m all wrong

I’ll sing this song

For it’s my way to say goodbye to you

 

-kyoko Cole 2017

 

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