space

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heart space
room space
head space
my space
shared with a
head case
nowhere to go
no place
to move
I can’t breathe
I can’t face
it anymore
I try…
to make it better
I try
to make it okay-
to make it
just o.k.-
only to
have it not be
okay
only to have it
stay…
Just the same
or get even worse.
like a curse
I need to reverse
but I can’t
seem to –
get myself back
on track
when I have no space
to move
No space to breathe
no space to live
please just give
me a break
for god’s sake
at least be helpful
not harmful
be aware
and care
instead of just
always there
– always in my way.
please…
make it be better than just okay.
because every day
living this way-
is not living
it’s death-

at least tomorrow
*sigh*
is a new day
to try again.

-k.c.

I need my space
and a notebook to write my poems





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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 loverย 

A hundred and one ways to dieย 

It paysย 

To beย 

Cemented in your ways

Or does is pay to beย 

Wild in the streets

Like a wild cardย 

Jump up jump aroundย 
New York girls

Are too hip

As they hop

To the topย 

of the Empire state buildingย 

Which I don’t care to ever climbย 

A Hot house
As Coldย 

As your unbearable heart

Finish what you start, you say

As everything slowly starts to shiftย 

Deterioration, they said

Right before it was deadย 

It was everything that ever was

That is not a thing any moreย 

That couple over thereย 

Kindly lent their owner

To the dogsย 

Frequencies areย 
Less frequently

Felt in the airย 

The less we care

The more weย 

Dread

The dead

That’s a coming

Round the bendย 

So buckle up partnerย 

It’s coming to the endย 

The perfect partner

Of An imperfect pairย 

Doesn’t dareย 

Taunt

The electronic wizardย 

Orย 

The human lizard

But will hauntย 

The Spirit hunter

And the Catholic priestย 

Who will soon sit down ย 

For the mighty feastย 

And break some breadย 

And both get fed ย 

The last supperย 

Is a coming soonย 

Blasted allegories
Blast past noonย 

You are Not there

In the making

the making that never wasย 

Was never there within you

ย ย Take me to the riverย 

Drown me in the water

Let it cover me upย 

And Let my body sink lowย 

The more you say

The less you knowย 

Misleadingย 

Misreadings

Draw on you now

Like the raise of an armย 

And the hand that signals the alarmย 

To wake upย 

Wake upย 

WAKE THE FUCK UP

Before it’s too late ย 

wait it already is …

-kyoko cole 2017

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taking a break where i can

the drugs
fuck everything up
and everything is a drug
so what does that say?

nothing…
it rips out your heart
and tears out your soul
and everything you loved
and all of your love
you trash and destroy
and blame
and ignore

it’s not you
it’s not even me
it’s everything we allow inside us
that ruins it all

we let the shit that kills us in
before we let each other in

open the door for the devil
but put up a wall for me

it breaks my heart
that i have to let you go
it breaks my heart
that you don’t try to make me stay

it breaks my heart
but
it was me who gave my heart away

 

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