Uncategorized – Page 34 – skin loves fever

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

softies

skin touching skin
i let you in
silly goose
bumps

under
fingertips
jump rings

tracing over

Body parts and things

ever-so-softly
and ever-so-slowly

the light trace
of fingertips
excites me

In the most beautiful way

dance the night away

tonight

i’m listening to dylan
freewheelin’ bob dylan
on vinyl
on a really bad ass record player
in my basement
cause it sounds better than any other way
and cause it felt right.

and tonight
i feel a lot…
and don’t have it in me anymore,
to go on about it the same way as before-
but i will go about it -my way.
we all have our own way of mourning,
we all have our own way of letting go,
we have have our own way-
of saying goodbye.

my way is setting shit on fire,
the past is gone,
it’s just a goodbye.
you can’t change it
you can’t live in it
the past is gone
you can hold on
but it’s just a waste of time
leave the past-
that still occupies the brain,
and the heart,
and the life
behind.
holding on only makes
the past live
while YOU –
slowly die.
the past should be remembered and cherished
held in your heart and mind
to teach, to learn, to grow and to love.
i see so many people
haunted by ghosts
of regret and glory
i don’t want your picture
i don’t want the letters or notes or gifts from you
way back when
i don’t want any reminder of something that was so quickly cut out of my life
like it meant nothing
so now it means nothing
to set it on fire
and watch it burn
tonight i spent watching it burn away ‘)