Don’t ever let the adult you
Grow up so much
That the child you
Dies
Break out the box of crayons
(if you still have ’em)
Buy a box
(if ya don’t)
Turn off your mind
And just color like you did
When you were a kid
Free from worry
Free from judgement
Free from rules or beliefs
Our adult selves hold onto
For whatever reason we do
Free From the weight of all the things that over complicate our lives and waste our time and energy
Free to feel the excitement from the simple things again
Do this
And you’ll start to remember
the joy and love and excitement
You felt
As a child
All from a box of colored wax
And a piece of paper.
Time it was
And what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence
A time of confidences
Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They’re all that’s left you.
i’ve been stuck
in a rut
for too long
but i let myself
get there
and now i’m letting myself get
the fuck out out out
i wanna shout shoutSHOUT!!!!
damn all you manipulators
damn all you messengers of doubt
all your projection
i need protection
from you
your soul suck
and mind fuck
there’s noluv… in what you do
and i got no time left to waste on you.
I Was feeling sad
Rejected
Unwanted
Then someone called my name
Then another person bought me flowers
But it still didn’t feel the same.
I’m grateful for this who cared
In a moment when someone did not
But I guess I just caught
Feelings
In a moment
For someone I should have thought twice about
“Charles Bukowski” Fine Art Quote Print, “She’s Mad But She’s Magic”, Literary Quote, Love Poem
Under intelligent impulse
A stupid meeting
Takes place
The Bashful beast
Is Trapped in
A romantic ring
A false fight
Is the bait bubble
The Magic men
Regret the taste
Suspend a crush
In Down temper
The Flash of the Crash error
In a tramp trade
Empathy requires exploration
Peace is the driver of grace
We are stardust
We are golden
We grow
We vibrate
And then
We are reborn
Again
Broken window screen
The kind of blinds I hate
But the cool cold 6 am air
Comes in
Makes my skin tingle
Makes my flesh jump
Excites the parts of my body that
Excite my everything
Makes me want to feel
Again
ART SHOWING. ART FOR SALE. EVERYTHING MUST GO!!!
Tomorrow I have an art show
Showing/selling new pieces and selling all my old pieces too. Everything for sale!!! Everything must go!!!
Check out my instagram @kyokocoleart
And email me kyoko.cole@gmail.com
if you’re interested in any of the pieces listed
Prices are negotiable. I also have prints of most for sale. Email me.
You were great
I’ll miss you
We will all miss you
Forever…
Busted pieces
Faulty parts
Dead eyes
Cold hearts
There’s no use in trying
To save what’s sunk
There’s no use in holding
On to what’s junk
The city of stars
Is under a starless sky
The city of sunshine
Is where light comes to die
It’s a fraud
It’s a fake
It’s the kind of city that will make
And break
You into the worst
But first
It will take
You
And
It will blind you
With the illusion
And then fill you up with confusion
Until you
are no longer you anymore
Love means nothing Here
It’s just a word people throw around and use
and abuse.
There’s no use in trying
There is no use in trying
-Kyoko Cole 2017
Loves shadow hangs low
Loves broken me in two
Million pieces
And at moments
I feel like I can’t go on
But it’s alright
I’ll be alright
Even if I’m all wrong
I’ll sing my song
And mourn the loss of you
No closed doors
All were left wide open
And the empty hallways
Left my empty too
And at this moment I feel like I can’t go on
But it’s alright
I’ll be alright
Even if I’m all wrong
I’ll sing this song
For it’s my way to say goodbye to you
-kyoko Cole 2017
One- on- one mixed-media art lessons in Los Angeles
‘Cause talking is better than working
I spend a lot of time pondering what it all means.
A Writer's Musings (And Likely Some Shameless Self-Promotion As Well)
An outlet for my random thoughts and interests
where would it flow...
Serving a little poetic nourishment Monday thru Friday and featuring a Short Play Saturday Matinee to read.
Tales From The Life Of A Soul
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