What you don’t understand

I’m not holding on

But I’m not giving up

Without some kind of fight

Because he means something to me

And to a lot of people

And i also mean something to him

When it’s his time

And he wants to go

He will let me know

So don’t get pissed off

At something

You will never understand – Love

Just because you’re fucked up

Doesn’t mean you should be put to death

And just because everyone gives up on you

Doesn’t mean that’s the right thing to do

Pain is pain

And if he’s suffering

And i see his quality of life diminish

Then I’ll do what needs to be done

But until then I’m gonna fight for a life that is worthy of living

Funny how we are so quick to put animals out of their mystery

But not people

And the what’s more funny is

People can speak the words that they are in pain and suffering

Animals can’t

We just assume the minute they get sick that they need to be put to sleep

Cause it’s easier for us to do that

Than to deal with something more difficult and someone other than ourselves

I just realized

You are incapable of love

It’s not me

I will forget you.

I will be okay.

nine lives and this one is coming to an end

starts with a cat
or maybe the <a href=”http://<iframe style=”width:120px;height:240px;” marginwidth=”0″ marginheight=”0″ scrolling=”no” frameborder=”0″ src=”//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&OneJS=1&Operation=GetAdHtml&MarketPlace=US&source=ss&ref=as_ss_li_til&ad_type=product_link&tracking_id=kyokocole0b-20&language=en_US&marketplace=amazon&region=US&placement=B07VWK17VV&asins=B07VWK17VV&linkId=a5d18ade1e12a0f3a8bed1448afdbfef&show_border=true&link_opens_in_new_window=true”>booze
either way
i rarely seem to win
yet always seem to lose.
you tingle
and mingle
you have taught yourself to become numb
i stupidly follow
your fucked up trail
the trap you leave
with each crumb.

it starts with a smile
followed by a kiss
but after awhile
it’s only the ghost i miss

some stairs
going up
only leading me down
backwards path
i can’t do the math
but i know
that’s where you go
always way down low
where nothing can grow
a basement
a ditch
a switch
a dungeon
a dark prison vault
a bottomless pit
full of your shit
yet you always make it my fault.

i am not here
nor am i there
i am no longer anywhere
not like you care
if i am or if i’m not
but i got
something in my pocket
and whatever is left in my heart
and that right now
for me…
is a good place to start.
or end…

-kyoko cole

Interrupted

Why?

If God exists then why would he/she want us to suffer?

It makes no sense

It’s cruel

And unfair

And I hate this so called God

Or whoever

Whatever

Is in charge

Of taking

Away

The things ( that aren’t just things)

I love

If there is a God…

Why would you do this?

You have completely destroyed my heart.

Buster

Another visit to the vet

Almost 3 am

It doesn’t sound good

Please pray for buster

Send him love and good thoughts and positive energy right now

He means the world to me.

I love you buster.

Stupid

Can’t wait for you to feel how i feel… And then let’s see how well you handle this shit

I’ve lost way too many this year

To have to deal with this

This breaks my heart

words

Blogging

Expression

Rants

Chants

Writings on the screen

Can’t get too close

You always leave me

And

It is getting on my nerves

I’ve made up my mind

To get rid of my commitment issues

To find someone worth my time

And before that get over you

You got your reasons and I have mine.

I gave up

On you

Because I shouldn’t have to do all the work

I shouldn’t have to try when you don’t Try at all

I shouldn’t be ignored whenever you are up to something that I wouldn’t be happy with Or something that you know doesn’t help us in any way

I shouldn’t have to deal with you letting another woman live with you when you could have asked me. And I shouldn’t be made to feel uncomfortable because you allowed her to live there but not me

I shouldn’t have to be put in situations that obviously would make me feel bad, insecure – and make me go crazy And then be called crazy when i react to the Bullshit that you started

I gave up on you cause you make me feel unsafe with your actions and with my feelings and with how you treat my feelings.

I gave up you cause you do everything to make me have to give up

I gave up on you because if I’m going to give my heart to someone -it’s going to be someone who doesn’t make me feel like an option

Someone who doesn’t take care of another woman while refusing to take care of me

If I’m going to be with someone it’s going to be Someone who wants to show me love and trust and sees the good in me and who makes me feel good

Someone who I can trust who doesn’t do things to try and make me feel insecure

Someone who has patience

Someone who takes the bad with the good

Someone who I can depend on

Someone with humility

Someone who doesn’t waste my time

Or play games

Someone who wants me around and shows it

I gave up on you

Because you give me no reason to stay

You wanted it that way

And the way you treat me isn’t very good at all.

I loved you for years

And i don’t even know why I kept trying for so long.

I got nothing from you

Except for the best example of the worst type of relationship

The kind anyone with a heart should stay away from

I got nothing from you except this shirt lol. Ha. That’s kinda true.

The sound of silence

I understand you.

Your silence speaks volumes

The ghost of you haunts me

and it will not go away

I don’t agree with everything you did to me

Or how you thought about me

But I was good to you

And loved you

More than I’ve ever loved anyone

And you treat me like a stranger

So you got what you wanted

You left me

Forever

Incomplete

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

The Sacred Nine

One- on- one mixed-media art lessons in Los Angeles

Voice over Work

‘Cause talking is better than working

From My Reading

I spend a lot of time pondering what it all means.

Michael Lachman Writes

A Writer's Musings (And Likely Some Shameless Self-Promotion As Well)

Eclectic Theist

An outlet for my random thoughts and interests

I wonder, if I draw a line...

where would it flow...

Poetry Breakfast

Serving a little poetic nourishment Monday thru Friday and featuring a Short Play Saturday Matinee to read.

Life in Poetry, Prose and Pictures

Tales From The Life Of A Soul