Drunk rambling
On the street
From some loud man
Who can
NOT
Handle his booze
But if I had to walk a mile in his shoes
Maybe I would
NOT
Be so quick to judge
But I’m judging his aggressive
Invasion
Of my space
This is
NOT
The time or place
To be a mess
Cause all it does is stress
Me out
And make me I’ll
And want to kill
But then that feeling passes through
From black to blue
Whoo Hoi!!!
It will be because I’m happy and married and with someone who treats me like I matter
And you
Will always be alone
Always
Cause of your doing
You don’t know what appreciation is and how gratitude feels
All you want to do is trash any good I’ve given you
And you’re not fair
And I don’t like the way you’re treating me
Right now
So this time you lose
I’m sorry but I tried
More than anyone ever has and ever would and now
You don’t get anything from me
You made me feel like less of a person just cause you’re a piece of shit
I hope when karma comes around to You
It hurts like hell cause that’s what you’ve done to everyone.
You don’t need to know your history to know that you’re the problem. Always have been
Always will be.
Goodbye for good.
Regret and grief
Meet
On the street
Of my mind
And my heart
Crossing paths
They often crash
Into each other
Or clash
From opposing views
It’s the same old news
But if you could think and feel
How I think and feel
It might reveal
to you
Something you never knew
Maybw you just don’t want to know
Cause it would break your heart
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
“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
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
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
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
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
by kyoko cole
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 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
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
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