Broken window screen
The kind of blinds I hate
But the cool cold 6 am air
Comes in
Makes my skin tingle
Makes my flesh jump
Excites the parts of my body that
Excite my everything
Makes me want to feel
Again

Broken window screen
The kind of blinds I hate
But the cool cold 6 am air
Comes in
Makes my skin tingle
Makes my flesh jump
Excites the parts of my body that
Excite my everything
Makes me want to feel
Again

ART SHOWING. ART FOR SALE. EVERYTHING MUST GO!!!
Tomorrow I have an art show

Showing/selling new pieces and selling all my old pieces too. Everything for sale!!! Everything must go!!!
Check out my instagram @kyokocoleart
And email me kyoko.cole@gmail.com
if you’re interested in any of the pieces listed
Prices are negotiable. I also have prints of most for sale. Email me.













































You fucked up royally this time
There won’t be a next
Abuser
Loser
You are those things by the way you choose to behave
Cause you are aware
But right now
You really don’t care
How to treat others
Cause you’re so consumed with treating yourself
To everyone and everything you please
Remember this
There’s no reason for me to give you
Any good that you will want again
After the way you treated me
The way you treat her behind her back
You lack
Morals
And any sense of how to be good
And someday
It will be time for you to repay
You’ll get yours
even worse
Than you could ever imagine
And I hope it hurts you deeply
Cause it’s the only way
You’ll ever learn…
How it feels
When someone does what you do
Right back at you
Remember today
And you’ll know why
You deserve to hurt and have no one there
Soon you won’t be able to escape yourself and your shit anymore
The loneliness
You can’t escape
It’s there with our without you
It’s there in a crowded room
It’s there on a deserted street
I used to enjoy being alone
Cause I wasn’t lonely
Now I don’t enjoy much of anything
Everything reminds me of something that is no more
Dead flowers of yesterday
Fill my days
And haunt my nights


You don’t listen
You think you know it all
You think you see yourself but you don’t
And if you do see something it’s twisted and manipulative
Scumbag loser
Scumbag,
You are.
Yoda apparently,
I am.

Just let go
Of everything
You ever had
You ever loved
You ever were
You ever knew
And turn
Into something
Or someone new
Cause whatever was
Doesn’t matter
And whatever is will soon be gone
It’s time to just move on
You’ll be fine without them
And they will be even more fine without you
Let it all go
Go somewhere else
And go start a new
You are so much more
Than any name or label
Or whatever is not really anything at all
Has made you believe you are
-kc

You were great
I’ll miss you
We will all miss you
Forever…


What happened between us
Was the best thing
For me
Right now
Tu n'es pas bon pour moi





Say goodbye
You don't understand
And you don't want to try to keep me now
And I will never go back there again
Nothing
Even though the unhealthy partv if me wants to try
I see no reason to. 
One- on- one mixed-media art lessons in Los Angeles
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I spend a lot of time pondering what it all means.
A Writer's Musings (And Likely Some Shameless Self-Promotion As Well)
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where would it flow...
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Tales From The Life Of A Soul
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