“If you’re frightened of dyin and you’re holding on…Youll see devils tearing your life away.But…if youve made your peace,Then the devila are really angelsFreeing you from the earth…..from the earth….from the earth”
Tonight’s show was beautiful
But it made me realize
This whole thing isn’t for me.
I don’t belong here
stop the cycle spin
out
of
control
– i can end this right now
by ending any future pass
down of shit
that my crazy breeds
everyone in my family just keeps it going
like they have to pass on
something fucked just to make them feel less fucked
but i see that
maybe there is no way out
for me but
to do this world and the people a favor
and just kill it
so it doesn’t spread into
any more hearts
my heart is sick
put me out of my misery
and be done…
i’m happy
with the idea
of leaving it all
when it gets like this
and i feel like this
and i’m alone
i’m happy with being alone
and gone
i love a lot of things in the world
there’s so much beauty
but i am not one of those things
and every time my efforts and love
don’t seem to do much
but abandon me
at the worst times
i just see that
this world
was not meant for
someone like me
put it down for good…
good night
until the next time
we meet again
-k
on my tongue driven
dead leaves fall on blood stained face
streets full of rain
tiny fractures
stained table cloth fingers
standing still
she hears each of his lies
she listens for his breathing
hark, the call of birds
his false shadow, painted skin
a child criesÂ
in his eyes her eyes
glowing moon
witness the lack now in bloom
thick in fog of heaven and hell
specks of love gather in a stream
life scratched from rust
each is made of dustÂ
lost in silence
whispers fade
there is emptiness
crossings on corners
she is draining down
her eyes on green wave
truths scratched from the dirt
his false shadow, painted skin
listen, quiet, still
blood becomes a time bomb
she is stardust she is earth
old and broken down
ghosts of factories
the folding skeletons of past on fire
transportation for the dead
time is like sandstone, wearing away
there’s a haze above the street signs
she is turning to stone
the grain from straw
neon road bars
beating wings
There is emptiness
Dark and heavy
Haunting the space within
-Kyoko Cole
2013
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