You know what you need
Listen to yourself
And feed
The starving parts of you
Before it’s too late
Tag: listen
A fight I can’t win
I used to try
But now I see
That it ain’t me
That’s the problem
And you can believe
Whatever you make up in your head
But I see
What’s actually reality
And you just don’t.
Everything you do is like toxic glue
It’s easy to stick to you
I thought you loved me too
But now I see that you don’t love me at all
Emotional abuser
Manipulator user
Narcissistic paranoid accuser
A liar
A blamer
A child
A shamer
Just a loser
Who’s gonna lose in the end
Cause you can’t grow
If you think you know
It all
But clearly you know nothing
But a bunch of bullshit
You’ve Brainwashed yourself to believe
Where is your heart?
You have no heart
No love
No care
You’re a little angry man
Unaware
Of what really matters
Unable to ever change
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 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
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?
Sometimes
I will not
have you
Act like you did nothing
But be clear
About something
That was never clear
I will not
Have you
Matter to me
More than I matter to you
I will look at this
And see it for what it is
And look at you and see you for how you are
And i will remember this
And not ever be confused in thinking that your actions before were what they OBVIOUSLY are not now
Maybe someday you might see things from my side
But I don’t need to be close
To something that is so far away
To someone who closes me off
I don’t need to be anything or anyone
That means nothing
To you
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.
the ghost of my friends
This is not a prison.
This is a trap.
I am the bait.
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Having balls is a good thing
having raw passion is a good thing and a rare thing.
To have both passion AND balls is what makes someone great.
I miss the great ones
I miss the lovers
and the dreamers/creators
I miss the artists
I miss the tortured souls- the poets…the journeymen …
and I mean the real ones
the real risk takers
the real love makers
the ones that do what they were born to do
unafraid of being who they really are
the ones that live for what they love
and the ones that love to love.
it has nothing to do with image
and everything to do with heart and soul
and pure being
I miss the truth in them
I miss their passion
I miss having them around
I miss them knocking at my bedroom window at 3am
driven by desire
driven by love
and…That feeling –
that wonderful feeling of hope and wonder
and the excitement in life and love
I miss the fire
-kyoko cole 2008
in between the moon and you
we retreat now
you and i
are –
hidden.
for awhile
people in
shadows
we lay low
in the dark
can’t talk
to you
can’t talk to me
as it goes back
now
like we are
like we were
like we sometimes
always seem to do
when time trips
and slips
and fades to
and through
in front of
and
sometimes always behind
me and you
we are like the moon
in retrograde.
-kyoko cole 2013
Black Velvet Sugar
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
Listen, quiet, still
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
skin loves fever 