You know what you need
Listen to yourself
And feed
The starving parts of you
Before it’s too late
You know what you need
Listen to yourself
And feed
The starving parts of you
Before it’s too late
I write to express myself.
I write to create.
I write to discover.
I write because I can’t NOT do it.
I write because I enjoy writing.
I write to share a little bit about myself and to learn a lot about myself.
I write cause I’m inspired.
I write to inspire.
I write for me.
I write for you.
I write to feel better.
I write to purge.
I write to love.
I write because I love.
I write because I hate.
I write for all the times I could not speak.
I write to reflect. I write to relate.
I write to release.
I write to recognize.
I write to recharge.
I write to record.
I write to refrain.
I write to repair.
I write to return.
I write to revolt.
I write to revolve.
I write to remember. I write to forget. .
I write because it makes the loneliness feel less lonely.
I write because I learn from writing.
I write because it’s what keeps me from pulling the trigger too quickly.
I write because I want to write…
because I need to write and because I love to write.
i see stars
and bible thumpers
bloom and gloom
like the sound
of the man
ready for doom
I put my spell on you
just like before
only now
I am dancing
on the moonlight floor
i see stars
and bible thumpers
bloom and gloom
like the sound
of the man
ready for doom
I put my spell on you
just like before
only now
I am dancing
on the moonlight floor
I can only run
(to you)
I can only hide
(from you)
if you
want me to leave
I will
go
I leave wounded
all the time
with my destination
out the door
where the stakes
are high
and time don’t end
a sweet choke
under faces
of light
hidden within smoke
and imaginary tales
of without any explanation
interested in this study
more here
then there
the absurd to defend
everyone corrupts
in movement
you rather abuse
than love again
the distance between
cause feelings we reject
already seated
i tried more to protect
myself
from what you see
in the mirror
that is me
another suicide
in the distant blue
i lie here
sweetly crushed
by
the pain of you
-kyoko cole
2018
Time is a tick of the mind
Where we once belonged
Has gone far away
Today
And now
Black smoke
Beautiful losers
A shout in the street
Start to fade
All that we made
Is born to die
A brief history of time
Obsession
Old lovers
Under freeway balconies
Nude naked and stripped
Secrets behind smiles
The horse would know, but the horse can’t talk
Rhapsodies in black
Documenting disposable people
Disposers
Exposers
Of
Ghost images
Ghost people
ghost world
Once Held together by water
But now Broken apart by man
I can’t
Stand
Being
Without.
You
make me
Feel
something
Whole
I wish
I
Could
Stop
Time
Space
And age
And this
Stage
I’m in
I don’t know where
To even begin
Again
Cause I want
Everything
I can’t have
Right now
Right here
But I fear
Too?
Much
And I fear
Nothing at all
I could watch
It all fall
And be fine in the end
But in the end
I’d be alone
Like really alone
And I don’t
Want that.
Give me a sign
Give me the call
Give me your all
Let me know
That I’m something
You know.
You want.
And not some thing
You don’t know
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
Nothing
Even though the unhealthy partv if me wants to try
I see no reason to.
Busted pieces
Faulty parts
Dead eyes
Cold hearts
There’s no use in trying
To save what’s sunk
There’s no use in holding
On to what’s junk
The city of stars
Is under a starless sky
The city of sunshine
Is where light comes to die
It’s a fraud
It’s a fake
It’s the kind of city that will make
And break
You into the worst
But first
It will take
You
And
It will blind you
With the illusion
And then fill you up with confusion
Until you
are no longer you anymore
Love means nothing Here
It’s just a word people throw around and use
and abuse.
There’s no use in trying
There is no use in trying
-Kyoko Cole 2017
you would write a thing or two and
toss it a million ways around
the net-
-work
it’s way aross the many screens
i didn’t think twice
when it would
sometimes hit me
sometimes miss me.
but now i find myself missing you
you were lonely then
like me now
searching for something
that only exists with some people
and even some people have exhausted it
but you were sensitive like me
i could feel that between the static
i could feel that between the lies
the lies of life
we see
and run into
and
all i can think about right now
is the empty
and the space
the negative
the silent
on the memory of something
notifiations never-
tag my name now
no notes
no news
not
nothing
new
comes now
from you
you’re nowhere to be seen
please
come
back
my friend
you don’t know how much you mean
…
to me 🙂
don’t want to try
to do anything different
than what hasn’t worked
a whole life time
but it’s never you
or it always you
but that’s just what you’ve expect for yourself
even though you are more than that
sometimes
but sometimes isn’t enough i guess
when you don’t see it
and when you don’t care
how can anyone else?
. . . but here I go anyway.
Poetry and fiction not intended for the masses — Sam M. Phillips
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