This isn’t an easy fix
Don’t tell me to smile
So you can feel better about it
I’m not okay
Uncle James
Grandma
Chris
Job
Buster
Myself
This isn’t an easy fix
Don’t tell me to smile
So you can feel better about it
I’m not okay
Uncle James
Grandma
Chris
Job
Buster
Myself
Love is trying to understand the other person and why they feel the way they do and why they are behaving the way they are.
Love isn’t to make them feel worse about themselves and like shit when they already do.
This isn’t getting better
My heart hurts
And I don’t see any reason to continue trying to be a person. No one cares about me anyways. Only at my best but never at my worst.
Conditional
And sad
Im nobody
Except for horrible
And alone.
I know now
That
Tomorrow
Won’t be any better
And I’ll still feel the same
Get treated the same
And be more sad and alone
My quality of life
Is shit
I’m sorry if I ever hurt anyone
I really didn’t mean to
I was hurting too
I’m taking off
I have enough money for gas
And some food
I can’t be here
There’s nothing left for me here
And I’m sick of taking people’s shit
And abuse
And neglect
Something snapped
I really don’t give a fuck
I learn from the best
That’s all
I won’t be writing for awhile
Wish me luck
Goodbye for now.
-kyoko Thursday February 13th 2020 6:47 pm
I don’t want to let you go
But I have to
Now I am truly alone
I don’t know
Isolation
Is making me
Feel worse
But I can’t go outside
And show the world my sad and bashful face
Everything lately just makes me
Not care
About
Anything
anymore
Don’t worry about me anyways
So
Maybe not this time around
But I’ll get it right
In my next life
Hopefully
But this one has really got me down
I don’t know if I want to turn around
And start a new day
It gets old
And I’m just getting older
While the world around me seems so much colder
(Than it did before )
And so far away
I have nothing more to say
Except I’m sorry
But I just can’t do this anymore
I’m not okay.
Need to stop
Can’t
It’s the only way
I feel
Control
I’m a bitch
Or so you say
Doesn’t matter much
Anyways
You have no idea
How bad I already feel?
Do you love me for yourself
Or do you love me
To actually give me love?
I think it’s the first
One
If I’m not the way you want me to be
Then you show your hate for me
Show your hate for me
Show your hate for me
I’ll bleed myself dry
Just to make you understand
Where I stand
Don’t think we are the same
Cos we’re not.
I love you
I wish I could take away your pain
And make you young again
Fuck…
This sucks
Remember the joker?
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
You get what you deserve
halt by kyoko cole

shadows kiss
this
soft parade down
town
i see you in the month
of gloom
doom
and prance my little dance
around your grave
all the things we cannot save…
the long goodbye
meets the short hello
the time we waste
is wasted below
the belt
and shine
waiting for
the finish line
the end
is not the way
to live
to love
or to spend your day
shake the trees
so the fallen leaves
die to the ground
open your ears
and listen
to the sound
as we miss
many a shadows kiss
has it come to this?
let’s go back to the start
and that begins within
the mind and inside the heart.
mind and heart
think and feel
dream and make
believe
imagine it and it will be
come
one with one
we are.
born again

early Tuesday morning. 5:am
Just finished packing my car
The morning air is an uncomfortable kind of sharp
The wind only makes it worse.
I’m just about ready
to leave this shit hole
before the sun comes out
so I don’t have to see how ugly it is.
the morning sun is harsh
and I don’t want to be stuck in traffic.
I don’t say goodbye
I haven’t told anyone where I’m going
cause I don’t even know
I give my cats some love
and close the door behind me
as I get in the car
I shiver and shake
inside
warming up my car
watching my own breath
I am beside myself
this was my only option
… well not my only option
but
I’ll save that for another day
heading out of this town
I begin to feel okay
I think I might get a new number
go by some other name
just so I don’t feel the same
as I did here
when I get to wherever I go
I don’t know.
and
not knowing
is okay by me.
One- on- one mixed-media art lessons in Los Angeles
‘Cause talking is better than working
I spend a lot of time pondering what it all means.
A Writer's Musings (And Likely Some Shameless Self-Promotion As Well)
An outlet for my random thoughts and interests
where would it flow...
Serving a little poetic nourishment Monday thru Friday and featuring a Short Play Saturday Matinee to read.
Tales From The Life Of A Soul
You must be logged in to post a comment.