what good is it
if it isn’t good anymore?
what if i don’t know how to get it back to good
i don’t
depression is a mother-fucker
it’s really lonely here
and i want out
Memories that smell like gasoline
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
Fly by Night
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 goÂ
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)
thirteen ways to kill your lover
a hundred and one ways to die
Thirteen ways
To kill your loverÂ
A hundred and one ways to dieÂ
It paysÂ
To beÂ
Cemented in your ways
Or does is pay to beÂ
Wild in the streets
Like a wild cardÂ
Jump up jump aroundÂ
New York girls
Are too hip
As they hop
To the topÂ
of the Empire state buildingÂ
Which I don’t care to ever climbÂ
A Hot house
As ColdÂ
As your unbearable heart
Finish what you start, you say
As everything slowly starts to shiftÂ
Deterioration, they said
Right before it was deadÂ
It was everything that ever was
That is not a thing any moreÂ
That couple over thereÂ
Kindly lent their owner
To the dogsÂ
Frequencies areÂ
Less frequently
Felt in the airÂ
The less we care
The more weÂ
Dread
The dead
That’s a coming
Round the bendÂ
So buckle up partnerÂ
It’s coming to the endÂ
The perfect partner
Of An imperfect pairÂ
Doesn’t dareÂ
Taunt
The electronic wizardÂ
OrÂ
The human lizard
But will hauntÂ
The Spirit hunter
And the Catholic priestÂ
Who will soon sit down Â
For the mighty feastÂ
And break some breadÂ
And both get fed Â
The last supperÂ
Is a coming soonÂ
Blasted allegories
Blast past noonÂ
You are Not there
In the making
the making that never wasÂ
Was never there within you
  Take me to the riverÂ
Drown me in the water
Let it cover me upÂ
And Let my body sink lowÂ
The more you say
The less you knowÂ
MisleadingÂ
Misreadings
Draw on you now
Like the raise of an armÂ
And the hand that signals the alarmÂ
To wake upÂ
Wake upÂ
WAKE THE FUCK UP
Before it’s too late Â
wait it already is …
-kyoko cole 2017
Stop pulling at my heart strings
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?Â
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
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
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
by kyoko cole
Skin
Static between my ears
Poker face
To make you chase
something else. Â 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 upÂ
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 nightÂ
After all is said and done
You’re the only one…
For me 🙂
skin loves fever 
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