Cause I feel the way you do 😉
BLACK VELVET SUGAR
The soft moss swimming;
It is the dying spirit.
Desiring, I hide.
Pink shore, serene breeze.
The flat, upright sparkle shines.
Lost moon, velvet spirit.
Walk, swim. Drown
With blunt leaves
Wither, decline. With sharp flames
Write, fade: fluttering.
Purple, tender, falling,
Your eyes sits in wait
A mermaid arises,
Declining, shining.
shines on
Forever
And Forever Shines on
-Kyoko Cole
Sepia-Tone Dusk in an Angels Garden On a Day Like Today
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The soft moss swimming;
It is the dying spirit.
Desiring, I hide.
Pink shore, serene breeze.
The flat, upright sparkle shines.
Lost moon, velvet spirit.
Walk, swim. With blunt leaves
Wither, decline. With sharp flames
Write, fade: fluttering.
Purple, tender, falling,
Your eyes sits. A mermaid arises,
Declining, shining, I fall
deep within and go far away…
-kyoko cole 2013-
Sex
Kisses
Beds
Pillows
Rooms
Conversation
Love
Nights
Spent with another
Is so much better
Than any night
I Ever spent with you
Under covers
Under lovers
Under and over
Bodies
limbs
Tangled up
And wrapped up in
Each other
The feel
Of
Electric skin
We begin
As we fall
And as we sleep
Together we keep
Each other Close
Closer than I ever felt with you
Everything is better
Without you making it worse
All you fake
And
All you make up to save face
Doesn’t mean anything
Cause the real problem is you. And you don’t know you
You make the crazy come out of anyone who gets too close.
Love is loving
And life is loving again
Nothing is more dangerous than desire when it’s wrong
Play dead
To save myself
From you
Handsome devil, you
You
Who
killed me first
Inside
my head and heart
And My love
You tortured
Fucked with enough to ruin
But kept just enough alive to still keep
To have around for
whenever you damn well please
When you want or when you need me
But Only For helping you
And Never for the love of me
And when you don’t want or need me
You push me out
And down
And away
….
…Just enough…
But really not much of anything
anything that’s really real
And you are really not much of that
Or much to love now
I think I’ve reached that point
Where Giving up and going on
Are both the same dead-end to me
Play dead
For only you
And your Dead love
Will end
I hurt so completely, all I could do was laugh
-kyoko cole 2014
Time press
Ink press
Pressure
press her
down
Under and pull one over on her
over head Of clouds
— Time stamp
Life stamp
tramp stamp
Stomp around
going Up and
COMING down
The disabled ramp
excuse me – i mean – the ramp for the disabled
We could be together
if we really tried
if you really wanted it to be
If you allowed it
and I would give it and you my all
If you let me
— But you won’t
And you don’t
And I’m not yours
And you are not mine
Now and
Forever always on
forever always gone
-kyoko cole
Well you look into the water and the fish are dead
You close your eyes and all you see is red
Now you’re all tied up inside your head
And I already forgot everything you said
When you think of all the things that I said to you
They wouldn’t cut to the bone if they weren’t true
You can keep em locked away inside your head
But i already forgot everything you said
Well you came to me when the night was young
But you could not stay for very long
You were looking for a place to unload you head
And I already forgot everything you said
Well you left with him but he changed his mind
You left everything that you love behind
Now I would take you back but the feelings dead
And I already forgot everything you said
Now you can ease your heart you can ease your mind
You can save your thoughts for another time
Because the sun is rising on your bed
And I already forgot everything you said
I’ve always known
That this
Was not for me
Eggshell egos
Eggshell ground
Eggshell walls
Seeping the sound
Of lovers
Reunited
Only to be divided
By eggshells
You can’t build
Anything made to last
Out of eggshells
-kc
“What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Choke
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