Uncategorized – Page 33 – skin loves fever

All things must die

“Weed me

Or feed me.”

Says the grass in the back yard

“you don’t need me anymore”

And I sit and smoke my cigarette

And I think to myself

The grass has a point

Light heavy

light heavy
star gaze

Moon shine
Shadows
Fall behind
creep through
and leave a trace

the way the
moonlight shines upon your face
is quite Devine
how i wish that you were mine

Memories that smell like gasoline

Out of the red

Waist down

skirt around

and flirt the hurt down

Paste it onto

an album
that plays around

An old familiar sound

The Torn down pages
of a beat down life
that can’t be found

Many In the streets
Fake the funk
full of junk
to fill you up
With make believe
as they Make it up
bitterSweet Buttercup
Sell yourself

short

As someome else
Churn it in
And turn it into
Anything else
Anything other than truth

weeping at your face

I can’t replace

What is now long gone

Waves of static
Take the place

And stretches the space

That lies
Between me and you

SaveSave

Dumb some

Sit down stale
silence between
The artificial illuminations
That fill your screen
Smoke in mirrors
Eyes unclean

Eyes unseen

Restless in waiting
For the never ever

Never

ever

to come

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by kyoko cole

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

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

there’s no other way
and no other day
to say
goodbye
all the things
i would, would not
and could never say
but now i need to go away
i really did try
day after day
just to get by
some things are for letting go
some things we must learn to let die

Don’t

Yes I’ve been distant

But you should know
You should understand
Or at least empathize
How I must feel
When you add delete
Add delete
At the drop of a hat
At the slightest turn of emotion
That comes at you
That goes through you
From day to day.
You are hot
Cold
Reactive
Jump around
Jump to conclusion
Reading far too much into
My actions
My current condition
All of me right now
you take wrong
You take too personal
You abuse
I can’t trust that.
Trust is built
And so are relationships
And so is the kind of love
You want
But don’t have the patience for
Actually building
Romantic love
Grows with time
And grows only if you allow and accept and show love
Especially showing it at times when you aren’t getting exactly what you want
But real love isn’t just about what you want
And when you add
Then delete again because you’re not getting exactly what you want
(When I’m giving as much as I can Right now)
You have already gotten rid of me first
You have pushed me away
And I don’t try to have something more with someone who already cut me down to less
That’s why
I keep my distance now
I don’t feel like you give me a reason to try so hard
Don’t add just to delete
And expect me to stick around