You stand there
Like a lost child
Like someone so out of place
Uncomfortable
unwanted
Uneven
You begin to see that YOU ARE THE JOKE
and it makes your lips tremble
As the lump in your throat
Begins to choke
The tears out
Of your eyes
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I know it’s love
From his bed
I stare at him
His eyes closed and his face beautiful
It’s all so new
But I know that this is love
I won’t say the words to him yet
I won’t even say the words out loud
To myself
Because I’m enjoying the feel
Of this feeling I almost forgot was possible
But I know
This is love
Because of the way
He looks at me
The way he makes me feel
The way
I am and the way I want to be
It’s easy to love him
It’s easy to give him love
And I want to give him more
he appreciates it
He gives love back
He doesn’t make me feel bad or insecure
Like so many others do and have before
He makes me feel alive
I am born again
And all the hurt and pain of the past
Disappears when we touch
I know it’s love
Because I give him all I have
Without compromising myself
And I want to give him everything…
he gives
And expects nothing in return
He is kind and gentle
understanding and sweet
He makes me feel loved
And taken care of
Because he wants to
Oh the funny fuzzy fizzy feel
Excites every fiber of my being
In between kisses
And miles
And in between the sheets
He brings warmth
And laughter
And many smiles
I know it’s love
Even though it’s too new to say out loud
It’s love
Because he is
And I am
And we are
both
Together
Under the moonlight
In the sunshine
In the middle of all the crazy
Confusing World we live in
We are magic
like children are magic
Full of love and shining light
All over this very dark and lonely place
more alcohol please
inside and out
organized my closet
got rid of half my clothes
i never wore
mopped all the hardwood floors
made some art
made some crafts
made a mess just to clean it up again
made my bed
and now….
i don’t know
people are weird
it’s not just the coronavirus that’s making this way
it’s our times
people are very selfish
and disconnected
we didn’t need this pandemic to social distance…
we do it regardless
we just don’t see it
cause we’re out and about
and being very social
being social doesn’t equal intimacy
just like sex doesn’t
it makes me a little sad
but it is what it is
and i’m happy to have dodge a bullet again
i’m not one to settle
don’t think i’ll start now
What are you?
and your place
somewhere new and go
Fake up your grace
and fake up your case
and grow up
your old ego
Slow
But it’s all for show
it’s the only way you can go
it’s the only way you know
it’s the only way you know
this place is full of spies
filled with people full of lies
too many
pretend
to be
your friend
just to sell
you out
while they
cash in
in the end
You just can’t win
I don’t like oneway streets
Closed ears
Closed eyes
Closed heart
What a perfect start
To a new year
This isn’t my fault
I didn’t start this mess
But I’m the one who feels the stress
And disrespect
From you
If I only knew
But I did
I just didn’t listen to myself
When I should have
But
I listened to you
When I knew
This would happen again
And I’m not happy
You made me happy before
And now you just do everything that works against me
And I’m feeling pretty low
I can’t embrace
Your face
When it’s two
Instead of one
So there’s a reason I act the way I do
If you only knew
How it feels
You wouldn’t do half the things you do
But you do because you don’t
To make someone happy
You listen
You love
You care
To do things for someone
Or you don’t
And things fall apart
I’m falling apart
And I don’t like it
But I can’t get through to you
And I never will
The night I touched the moon
i grabbed the moon
and the stars
started to scream
i almost broke the sky
Why moon why?
Everything I saw
was beautiful
It made me cry
A happy poem for you
You are my love
You piss in my garden
And laugh about it
After it’s been done
You will always be the one
For me
You make me haaapppppyyyyyy.
On nights like this
I like to kiss
The sweetness of your smile
Oh please won’t you stay
With my awhile.
You can piss on my strawberries all you want 😉
Apathy
A night
A fuck
A sore
A bore
It’s hard to ignore
The lack of care
In your stare
Unaffected
Disconnected
It’s the way
People in this town
Seem to be
Now
And this apathy
Is making me
Want to get the fuck out
Of this
And jump into
Something new.
why do I write?
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.
thirty eight hours
and useless
her lonely mother
remained silent
resting on the shoulder
of her companion
the great sun and the heavens
now seemed artificial.
do we understand the power
of our instruments?
vanity of the vanities
sometimes tried to stand and walk
like us
a coat of magnetic mindlessness
the man with bad intent
playing us like the smallest violin
this feeling of emptiness
Is more alive than me
illusions all around us.
to soften the blow
between the operator
and the subjects
you found my energy
in the broken pulse of time
I pulsate with the angels
and then laugh at our farewell
I am a memory
you see… that
this
is the end.
-Kyoko Cole
2018
Everything was not
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
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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
