You know what you need
Listen to yourself
And feed
The starving parts of you
Before it’s too late
Tag: light
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Crow for dinner?
burnt my two fingers
Burnt
Two fingers
Dry lips
Make Papers stick
As fingers slide down
I ash all over myself
So not myself .
Or maybe this is really
Who I am.
God damn
Albatross
Knuckle under
Kneel over
Found myself down
Seems like a lot has
kicked me around
To the ground
Where I’ve already been
But now
The difference is
I don’t care
To speak up
To say how I feel
To any of you
Who fake being real
What good does it do
If people aren’t true
It doesn’t.
Another night locked up
In a bathroom
In a cell
In this self created hell
Alone
And not feeling so well
Alone
But Not feeling all that bad
Actually feeling somewhat glad
Water from the faucet
Water down the drain
I’m done with you
I’m done with pane (yes I spelled that right)
Want to start a fight
No thanks
The hour is getting late
Not worth the wait
Take one for the road
and I also took off
This heavy load
Without a voice
But that is by choice
My choice
Is now
To rejoice
In putting an end
to every useless fairweather friend
I didn’t want or ever need
I’ve already started planting new seeds
Of change
And I am happier right now
than I have ever been.
Time to allow
Only the best things in
Love
Hank
You were great
I’ll miss you
We will all miss you
Forever…
sagesse rétrospective
What happened between us
Was the best thing
For me
Right now
Tu n'es pas bon pour moi
Someday never comesÂ
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
Amateurs (don’t take things or this so seriously)
thirteen ways to kill your lover
a hundred and one ways to die
Thirteen ways
To kill your loverÂ
A hundred and one ways to dieÂ
It paysÂ
To beÂ
Cemented in your ways
Or does is pay to beÂ
Wild in the streets
Like a wild cardÂ
Jump up jump aroundÂ
New York girls
Are too hip
As they hop
To the topÂ
of the Empire state buildingÂ
Which I don’t care to ever climbÂ
A Hot house
As ColdÂ
As your unbearable heart
Finish what you start, you say
As everything slowly starts to shiftÂ
Deterioration, they said
Right before it was deadÂ
It was everything that ever was
That is not a thing any moreÂ
That couple over thereÂ
Kindly lent their owner
To the dogsÂ
Frequencies areÂ
Less frequently
Felt in the airÂ
The less we care
The more weÂ
Dread
The dead
That’s a coming
Round the bendÂ
So buckle up partnerÂ
It’s coming to the endÂ
The perfect partner
Of An imperfect pairÂ
Doesn’t dareÂ
Taunt
The electronic wizardÂ
OrÂ
The human lizard
But will hauntÂ
The Spirit hunter
And the Catholic priestÂ
Who will soon sit down Â
For the mighty feastÂ
And break some breadÂ
And both get fed Â
The last supperÂ
Is a coming soonÂ
Blasted allegories
Blast past noonÂ
You are Not there
In the making
the making that never wasÂ
Was never there within you
  Take me to the riverÂ
Drown me in the water
Let it cover me upÂ
And Let my body sink lowÂ
The more you say
The less you knowÂ
MisleadingÂ
Misreadings
Draw on you now
Like the raise of an armÂ
And the hand that signals the alarmÂ
To wake upÂ
Wake upÂ
WAKE THE FUCK UP
Before it’s too late Â
wait it already is …
-kyoko cole 2017
a.d.w.a.y – (something i wrote exactly 4 years ago tonight)
a.d. w. a. y. ?
you would write a thing or two and
toss it a million ways around
the net-
-work
it’s way aross the many screens
i didn’t think twice
when it would
sometimes hit me
sometimes miss me.
but now i find myself missing you
you were lonely then
like me now
searching for something
that only exists with some people
and even some people have exhausted it
but you were sensitive like me
i could feel that between the static
i could feel that between the lies
the lies of life
we see
and run into
and
all i can think about right now
is the empty
and the space
the negative
the silent
on the memory of something
notifiations never-
tag my name now
no notes
no news
not
nothing
new
comes now
from you
you’re nowhere to be seen
please
come
back
my friend
you don’t know how much you mean
…
to me 🙂
poisoned brain
don’t want to try
to do anything different
than what hasn’t worked
a whole life time
but it’s never you
or it always you
but that’s just what you’ve expect for yourself
even though you are more than that
sometimes
but sometimes isn’t enough i guess
when you don’t see it
and when you don’t care
how can anyone else?
i used to write (i’m writing now)
finding the way through fears. finding myself and the freedom that comes from knowing thy self.
i used to write
my heart out
without any doubt
without any fright
but somewhere along the heartache and years
there seems to be a build up of unsound fears
that accumulate
in a frantic state
inside an emotional ride
takes me to the other side
automatic
erratic
sick and unfit
the only way out
is to move through it
be silent and still
and in the right state of mind
i find
myself
and know myself
better than to let
any thing or anyone
get
me down –
the truth is those things don’t matter to me
i matter to me
knowing myself is what sets me free
-k.c.
skin loves fever 
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