Posted in creative writing

Mister selfish

You fucked up royally this time

There won’t be a next

User

Abuser

Loser

You are those things by the way you choose to behave

Cause you are aware

But right now

You really don’t care

How to treat others

Cause you’re so consumed with treating yourself

To everyone and everything you please

Remember this

There’s no reason for me to give you

Any good that you will want again

After the way you treated me

The way you treat her behind her back

You lack

Morals

And any sense of how to be good

And someday

It will be time for you to repay

You’ll get yours

even worse

Than you could ever imagine

And I hope it hurts you deeply

Cause it’s the only way

You’ll ever learn…

How it feels

When someone does what you do

Right back at you

Remember today

And you’ll know why

You deserve to hurt and have no one there

To help you escape

Soon you won’t be able to escape yourself and your shit anymore

 

 

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Posted in creative writing, poetry, song lyrics, thoughts

Amateurs (don’t take things or this so seriously)

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

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Posted in creative writing

Not your ex

Treat me like I am
But I’m not.
Treat me like I am
I don’t care.
And I won’t
So
I.dont
And you
Can
Do whatever you like
Say whatever you will.
Fill whatever you fill
Love somebody else
And I will do the same.
You don’t want to play this game
But you do
With
Everyone else
And I
Don’t care
As long as you are happy
I’m happy you are happy

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