Ugh

Maybe you don’t love

But

I love you

And I miss you

The you that loved me

And

Accepted me.

And that’s all

Goodnight

Don’t act cool

Too cool for school

That’s alright

That’s pretty fucking cool

You fool

Cool guy

Why?

You gotta be so cool

Makes me sick

Makes me want to go home

Makes me want to go away

Makes me feel like high school

Mr cool.

Fuck that shit

I quit

Goodbye

Hahaha

Shit

Good night

Come to me

I need you to see your smile

That’s meant for me.

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Men

Communicate with women

Don’t be stubborn

Be understanding

Understand their sensitivity

Listen

Care

Be strong

Be there

And bitches won’t be crazy

Women will appreciate you

And love you

In the best way

You could ever imagine.

At the end of the stars there is love

by myself
crushed and flooded
by the fall of you

the moonlight
would laugh at me
if he could

I found sanity in the bottle
the wind catches a thought
with my heart in limbo

I must be lost
in a mess
of sadness

just like me
it was hiding

by myself
crushed and flooded
by the fall of you

the moonlight
would laugh at me
if he could

I found sanity in the bottle
the wind catches a thought
with my heart in limbo

I must be lost
in a mess
of sadness

just like me
it was hiding
the song held out its hand

I still wonder why
you suffered so
and felt the weight
of my troubled soul

so many illusions break through
an honest man
without branches
is always
the first to go

the best we’ve had
I would run to you in a moment
my fantasies
make me hear your voice

at the center of the light
in darkness
i see you

at the end of the stars
there is love.

-kyoko cole
2018

Downtown turn

Head -on

Tail spin

Lose yourself

Then you begin

Again

And again

It seems like I’m always starting over

It seems like I’m always going backwards

In the race around the track

I get myself back

Or do I?

Head -on

Tail spin

Lose yourself

Then you begin

Again

And again

It seems like I’m always starting over

It seems like I’m always going backwards

In the race around the track

I get myself back

Or do I?

Maybe I’m just a little more tired

Tired of trying

Again and Again

-kyoko cole

2018

Know your rodent

Hard to spot sometimes.

But they chew

Through

Your stuff

And they’ll chew Through

You too.

A snake is the grass

Will bite you in the ass

Stab you in the back

And then turn it around

On you and attack

You like you were the one

Who drew first.

I didn’t draw knives at all

Or guns

But I will.

And never trust a woman who has no respect for another woman’s relationship

Cause they have no respect for anyone

Especially no respect for themselves.

Run home little girl

Nobody likes you

Cause you are easy to have

And many have had you

You jump under covers

Jump beds

Play with heads

And let everyone fuck you

And I mean everyone

Cause you’re lonely

And that’s pathetic

Cause you need to feel

Like you matter

Like you’re loved

But you’re not

Cause how could someone love someone like you

Who

Says things to plant the seed

In the heart of a man that doesn’t belong to you

And you knew

What you were doing

And didn’t care

Cause you can’t be alone

I smell a FAT rat

That

Does not know the true meaning

Of loyalty

And respect

So what do you expect?

People to not see what kind of shit person you really are?

You whore the whole bar

And I love to watch you drink

Until you drink

And you ask for it

So I love to watch you drown

I’m glad you’re getting the fuck out of MY fucking town

You bitch

(sorry for such anger but I’m fucking angry at people who have no respect for how they treat others until someone does the same thing to them. And even still that won’t teach them how to be a better person when they’re just not)

Oh boy

He shows his ugly face

When he thinks I am not around

But here i am

And there you are

Like the cold reptile you are

It’s funny how I can see you

So clearly now

For the heartless

Whatever the fuck you are

Go back to the planet or shit hole you came from

No body wants you

The real you is ugly

And dead inside

Come on and Die young

When you realize the truth

He is cold

Dead inside

I doubt that

But I doubt that he cares

And so be it

I do not wish him any harm

Nor do I wish for his love

Cause it’s a struggle

Always a struggle

And in my time

Of dying

He shows his true colors

Which is no color at all

Void

Vacuum eyes

Hardened soul

Angry and nasty

And no strength to say sorry

Cause he doesn’t know what sorry is

He believes he is right to act like he does

And it’s sad

Cause he’s anything but right

Or good

Or anyone

I would ever want to be there for again

Just a one sided thing

He takes the souls from kind loving hearts

Pretends for awhile

As long as he must

To get what he wants

But has no intention

Of really giving or trying back

And who would want that?

Who would want his real self?

Ugly trying to make the ones around him just as ugly

Pull it out

Push any good away

Well Away is where I want to stay.

He leave people feeling less

Than they are

But it’s he

Who is less

And I confess

That I once loved

The part he plays

Beware of actors who do it for a living

Who do it for life

They will aways stab you in the back

With their little coward knife

I wish him well

But he is someone

No one will ever truly know

Not even..himself

I’d rather be alone in my time.of.grief

Than to be around a fake

Cruel fool

Who doesn’t give a fuck about anyone or anything other than his own stupid self.

I’ve never met a man so stupid

Going through days wasting his life stupid nothing life away.

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