Memories that smell like gasoline

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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

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Fly by Night

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You’re acting shady

Always got something better to do 

And better ain’t that at all 

If you fall 

I won’t answer your call 

Next time around 

Cause you’re even more 

Of what you were trying to get away from 

You’re known for being that guy 

Why?

Something’s up 

You’re in the shade 

And I’m starting to feel a bit played 

Whatever it is 

You always get caught up 

In the Bullshit 

In the next thing 

Your next fling 

And everything else falls down

You pick and choose what kind of person is you 

And what you do 

Do it without me then 


I’m not sad to see you go 

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I sat and waited. 

I love you  for all the things no one else would ever love you for 

I know this cause of your history 

And you got a long rap sheet 

Of shit 

That makes it hard not to think twice

But I never did 

Until 

I had to 

Until you were hateful 

Until you made me believe 

I was something 

I never was 

That I never could never be…

That something that maybe you were 

That you still are 

Or  maybe it’s your greatest fear  

Who knows 

I don’t know 

I no longer care 

To try so hard to understand 

And figure out 

I used to care 

But I can’t anymore 

cause I never want to be in the hole 

That you’re down in…

And I never want to love  somebody so much that I forget to love myself 

You made me that way 

It’s not blame  

I don’t  blame you 

I allowed it 

But it is the truth

Your intentions were never good 

You had bad intentions all along 

You were all about what you could get out of it 

Maybe not monetary things 

But much deeper things that are sick and twisted 

And that I could never be a part  of 

You have an evil way about you 

No spiritual person 

No person in tune or “zen”

Could ever  have 
You are not above it 

You are below it.

And i still have love for you 

Cause I hope that someday you will learn to love 

But it won’t be with me 

And I don’t  think it will be in my lifetime 

And I no longer care to see it or know it or know you 

You have taught me that some people don’t have love in them 

Like I do. Naturally 

I tried to give it 

I tried to show it 

But some people no matter how much you try 

Don’t  care to see 

Cannot see

And I can’t care to change what I cannot change 

Goodbye to you 

For now I’m finally glad to see you go 

Amateurs (don’t take things or this so seriously)

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Thirteen ways

To kill your lover 

A hundred and one ways to die 

It pays 

To be 

Cemented in your ways

Or does is pay to be 

Wild in the streets

Like a wild card 

Jump up jump around 
New York girls

Are too hip

As they hop

To the top 

of the Empire state building 

Which I don’t care to ever climb 

A Hot house
As Cold 

As your unbearable heart

Finish what you start, you say

As everything slowly starts to shift 

Deterioration, they said

Right before it was dead 

It was everything that ever was

That is not a thing any more 

That couple over there 

Kindly lent their owner

To the dogs 

Frequencies are 
Less frequently

Felt in the air 

The less we care

The more we 

Dread

The dead

That’s a coming

Round the bend 

So buckle up partner 

It’s coming to the end 

The perfect partner

Of An imperfect pair 

Doesn’t dare 

Taunt

The electronic wizard 

Or 

The human lizard

But will haunt 

The Spirit hunter

And the Catholic priest 

Who will soon sit down  

For the mighty feast 

And break some bread 

And both get fed  

The last supper 

Is a coming soon 

Blasted allegories
Blast past noon 

You are Not there

In the making

the making that never was 

Was never there within you

  Take me to the river 

Drown me in the water

Let it cover me up 

And Let my body sink low 

The more you say

The less you know 

Misleading 

Misreadings

Draw on you now

Like the raise of an arm 

And the hand that signals the alarm 

To wake up 

Wake up 

WAKE THE FUCK UP

Before it’s too late  

wait it already is …

-kyoko cole 2017

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Stop pulling at my heart strings

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I don’t know

If you know anything

More than what you think

You know

When you think

You know

But that changes

Like you change

As quickly

As you change

I rearrange

The feelings in my heart

And the thoughts in my head

About you

Can’t stick it down with glue 

Cause I know tomorrow

It’s gonna be something new

And the minute I think

That everything’s in sync

I get knocked down out of the blue 

Like I never knew you too

Like everything I Thought

Was in

You suddenly undo

And to stop me from breaking in two

I have to separate 

And sedate

The state 

Of me

I’m in
-kyoko cole

2017

Happy  birthday to me? 

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Another year 

And I really begin 

To realize 

To see 

With my eyes open 

! My Self awake 

That I cannot begin 

To make 

A life of anything

Going anywhere 

In a place full of nothing 

And no one who cares 

To be something 

Better

Better than they become 

After years of booze

And a lifetime of use 

One Can’t become anyone 

Stay the same 

And all you breathe is to die 

Never want change 

Then you can’t wonder  why 

Dumb some

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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

Skin

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Static between my ears

Poker face

To make you chase

something else.  that isn’t there

I do what I do

To throw you off

To throw you in

The opposite direction

To minimize detection

To eliminate inspection

 

The big cover up 

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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

One hell of a night 

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After all is said and done 

You’re the only one… 

For me 🙂 

Bullshit 

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You wanna trash this? 

You want me to hate you cause you’re still you

You might have quit the booze and the drugs

But you ain’t got much to show for it 

With a mouth like yours 

Why would anybody stick around? 

You’re too much 

Too little 

Too soon 

Too late 

Too fucking annoying. 

I don’t care to care to make it right 

Cause I can’t make you right 

When you think you do no wrong 

Spit your nasty shit at some other girl

Try and change someone else to be a necrotic jealous angry control freak like you. 

Cause it ain’t me babe 

It ain’t me