confusion – skin loves fever

gonna walk walk walk, four more blocks, plus the one in my brain…

suicide eyes

vicious cries

the many reasons why

I’m never heard

The lines you draw

in the slipping sand

slips right through your hands

the lines your draw

are always blurred

a bit uncomfortable

a bit disturbed

and once again

there’s that voice that’s never heard

I could fall away too

slip away from all of you

just like the sand

let me ask you then

will you then understand

how much you demand

of me

would you still demand the same

if I were still to be

here with you

if you only knew

how far away I am

yet how close I am

to the end

maybe then

you would treat me better than just a friend

but people never know what we have

until it’s gone

and I’m not the only one

I’m not the only one

I’ll never be the only one

singing the same old line

of the same old song

of how people

rarely ever change.

-kc

another day passes

take another drink
to sink
your mind into
out of the blue
and into the black
just another
sick attack
just another
thing to stack
on top of
all the other
challenges
and
obstacles
I don’t want to understand
but I do
but can’t you stop
and see me
like I see you
tummy churns
and the heart burns
I die a little more
every time
it goes
and blows
a little more
away
all the things I try
but fail
to say
that you
don’t hear
don’t care to listen to
anyway
why do you make me feel this
fucked up way
I’m not okay

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 lover

A hundred and one ways to die

It pays

To be

Cemented in your ways

Or does is pay to be

Wild in the streets

Like a wild card

Jump up jump around
New York girls

Are too hip

As they hop

To the top

of the Empire state building

Which I don’t care to ever climb

A Hot house
As Cold

As your unbearable heart

Finish what you start, you say

As everything slowly starts to shift

Deterioration, they said

Right before it was dead

It was everything that ever was

That is not a thing any more

That couple over there

Kindly lent their owner

To the dogs

Frequencies are
Less frequently

Felt in the air

The less we care

The more we

Dread

The dead

That’s a coming

Round the bend

So buckle up partner

It’s coming to the end

The perfect partner

Of An imperfect pair

Doesn’t dare

Taunt

The electronic wizard

Or

The human lizard

But will haunt

The Spirit hunter

And the Catholic priest

Who will soon sit down

For the mighty feast

And break some bread

And both get fed

The last supper

Is a coming soon

Blasted allegories
Blast past noon

You are Not there

In the making

the making that never was

Was never there within you

Take me to the river

Drown me in the water

Let it cover me up

And Let my body sink low

The more you say

The less you know

Misleading

Misreadings

Draw on you now

Like the raise of an arm

And the hand that signals the alarm

To wake up

Wake up

WAKE THE FUCK UP

Before it’s too late

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

there’s no other way

there’s no other way
and no other day
to say
goodbye
all the things
i would, would not
and could never say
but now i need to go away
i really did try
day after day
just to get by
some things are for letting go
some things we must learn to let die

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