i found this article interesting and i agree for the most part.
Why You Should Always Have Sex On A First Date | Elite Daily.
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if you spend your time trying to figure out what’s “best” for you, your choices will be cautions, your decisions will take forever, and your journey will be launched on a sea of expectations.
 if you are not careful, you will drown in your expectations
just a thought
over thinking
seems to be
a defense mechanism
a way to avoid
my own feelings
or truth
sometimes we live in our heads
to avoid what we feel in our heart
cause what we feel in our heart might be too real
and it scares the shit out of us.
ha
i like things that scare the shit out of me.
it reminds me that i’m still alive
there are night…
there are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
George Carlin
playground love
love right now
yesterday is gone
and tomorrow doesn’t exist
right now is all we actually have
Tell me what i’m supposed to do,
With all these left over feelings of love;
‘Cause i like to fall into
the i don’t know
when i do
i can feel you
And tell me love how i’m supposed to feel,
When all this magic becomes too real;
cause i tend to go
to the i don’t know
when i do
i know exactly what i feel for you
And I know that you see the places inside me that I find in you,
And with you i know how to separate the old hurt from the heart;
i don’t care if we move too fast
cause i want to jump inwhile the feeling is alive
tomorrow can’t be promised
and yesterday is already gone
so right now is all that matters
and right now
all i want
is to be with  you
my new buddy down the street
repulsive epic episodes
murky borderland adorns
with rust collecting dust
flailing catacombs
we are dying undead
and dead over and over again and again
longingly crying in craving
rigidly darkly, gaily and grey
mint squirms, doleful last
we are the gone not going anywhere
mirrors go nowhere
mirrors the nowhere fast
in the middle of the
these
is an apology
for the me
myself can’t
even look
in the eye
it feels like my time is growing old and almost out
Don’t extract , tongue
throat, control,
Must restructure now.
must refrain
compose
decompose
composite
composition
decomposition
reposition
com
de
re
un
dis
ex
pre
in
mis
non
anti
sub
-ist
ies
-ism
ish
The soft black out swimming;
It is the dying spirit alive within me
Desiring the no’s I hide naked
and fold into the shake
falling into finding you
write fade
flutter
flicker
flash of shudder
stut..ter
stammer
state
shout
spit
spat
splat
with electric shock
to zap out the line of flat
with your electric feel
ringing the new of you to me
comes in an electric buzz
in fizzy dizzy
rings around our heat of electric fuzz
tongues love tasting the ooze
pouring what comes of me and you
a hazy crazy night of hearts in spin
dripping drooling all over and under
electric bodies and naked skin
between you and me
that this
that this is
between us two
is something
and is nothing
at the same
and very different time
and it is or isn’t
only
in that moment
that is is or is not
whatever it is or isn’t
is exactly that right now
and that (whatever it is or isn’t) is beautiful
i live
i love
the moments that make up my life
things we choose to hide
Static
Words
We let
Get
In
Between
The love
And our own self
When the truth
Hides
Behind
Beliefs in ways
That lead us even further
From where
We want to be
The loneliness of this
is killing me
I can’t say
to you
how I feel
Without it becoming
Something you can steal
Away
too real
For you
For me
For most
We are static
We are the thing
That keeps us
From us
From the love
We need more
-kyoko cole 2013
The Truth Doesn’t Speak A Sound – Artwork by Kyoko Cole
New painting i just finished…
The Truth Doesn’t Speak A Sound
Mixed Media Painting on Panel Board
2013
Kyoko Cole
take your dirty hands off my mirror
sun shines
summer comes
again
it’s been 3 years
and i don’t feel a thing
like i should
like i could
take that thought
out of mind
and then we will all be fine
some day
some day
they say
after this
we will be fine
again
when we return
the sun sets
and day is done
like the body
of everyone
like the sun
will someday die
but you and i
and the moon
are never alone
are forever alive
going home
going home
we will know
when we get home
-Kyoko Cole 2013
Sepia-Tone Dusk in an Angels Garden On a Day Like Today
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
-kyoko cole 2013
skin loves fever 
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