cold weak end night

I can use up all my breath
vocal chords shot to shit
run circles around
your same old delusions
I’m losing it

I cry out
but it falls on deaf dumb ears
it’s all a joke to you
laugh it up
you laugh
as I die
you only cry
crocodile tears
you are cold and dead inside
and
I have wasted two long years
on what?
you.
for what ?
this
mess
of stress
you cause
you create
you don’t want to see
what you do
because if you did
it would kill you


who you are now
I don’t know
I do not know
I don’t want know
I just want you to go
away
and stay away

I’m just someone
for you to blame
it’s all a game
you love to play

you
harm
hurt
hate
frustrate
suffocate
annihilate
triangulate
manipulate
intimidate
make no mistake
you sealed our fate
you do not care
you do not care
you do not care
you have no care
and now it’s too late
you wasted all my effort
you wasted so many days
with your destructive ways
you destroyed my heart and all the love I gave
careless and cruel
the way you behave
now there’s nothing left to save
you lost my love
you broke my heart
all the damage you’ve done
I need a fresh start
because
now I see
I’m not the one
for you
and you will never be the one for me

I loved you
but now that love
is gone.



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blah blah

stuck
inside
a room
for days
on repeat
the same day plays
over and over
no fresh air
day after day
going nowhere

the less i live
the less I care

Listen to yourself

You know what you need

Listen to yourself

And feed

The starving parts of you

Before itโ€™s too late

Left for dead

What a day

For wasting

Set your sights

Real low

Get stuck

And fuck

Around

Fuck it all

To hell

Shout and yell

Inside a box

Inside a cube

All day and all night

Watching the tube

Let all life

Be sucked out of me

Get sucked out of you

This is no way to live

This isnโ€™t the way to be

Donโ€™t you see

Yourself

Look in the mirror

That Pale and paste

Sans color face

Is me

Is you

Put down your phones

Go outside

Get some sun

Breathe in fresh air

And have some fun

Before weโ€™re done

Say :

Farewell to the machine

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space

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heart space
room space
head space
my space
shared with a
head case
nowhere to go
no place
to move
I can’t breathe
I can’t face
it anymore
I try…
to make it better
I try
to make it okay-
to make it
just o.k.-
only to
have it not be
okay
only to have it
stay…
Just the same
or get even worse.
like a curse
I need to reverse
but I can’t
seem to –
get myself back
on track
when I have no space
to move
No space to breathe
no space to live
please just give
me a break
for god’s sake
at least be helpful
not harmful
be aware
and care
instead of just
always there
– always in my way.
please…
make it be better than just okay.
because every day
living this way-
is not living
it’s death-

at least tomorrow
*sigh*
is a new day
to try again.

-k.c.

I need my space
and a notebook to write my poems





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Creator

you want the moon.
well convince the sky
from one moment
imagined
you create
wonderful things.
embrace
her sweet kiss
and softly brushed lips
between words and beautiful breath
you follow this feeling
under electric moonlight
shimmering out of darkness
And into pure light
you touch the soul and spirit of everything

he likes to fight
when his tongue is wet
from sucking the bottle
until the bottle is dry

if you ask him why

he blames me

he can’t see
how much damage he does
when he too drunk to think

but he will drag you along
insisting he’s right
and it’s you that is wrong
same old crap
same old song

and dance
he doesn’t deserve a chance
to be someone he will never be
he wants your love
so he can trash it
break you
then flee

his love isn’t love
he never really loved me
because
he doesn’t know how to love
anyone
or anything
all he knows is how to show affection
when there’s something he can take from you
that he needs

his talk is only talk
words
that mean
NOTHING
EMPTY
SHALLOW
HOLLOW
he gets off on
making others believe
as he deceives

the end

I am alone
with my head
and my heavy heart
silent
and cold
why did you leave me this way?
why did you promise me you would always stay.
now I am left alone
with only these feelings
I get no response
no reply
from you
it’s like I’m not even here
like I’m invisible
not worth your time
and it hurts
it hurts so bad
to be ignored
and treated like
nothing.
nobody
when I was once somebody to you.
what can I do?
not a thing
but to go away.
and stay away.
you pushed me so far away from you
so far gone is where I’ll stay.
this is the only way
I won’t have to feel
this pain.

the big fuck up

this silence
is deadly
your distance
makes me disappear
but I’m still here
even though I’m not much of a person
right now

I hurt you. I didn’t mean to.
but I think you wanted to go your own way
anyways
but I’m sorry that I said the things I did
I love you
but now you don’t love me
and it’s hard to feel
hard for me to see
hard for me to be
a person at all

blah

I told you I would go away
someday
and that day is now


can anybody feel me?

I don’t know

Who cares

Who I can trust

Who is really there

But I know

That this is not

The same like before

I don’t want to

Stick around

And be hurt

By anyone

Anymore ๏ฟผ

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