what good is it
if it isn’t good anymore?
what if i don’t know how to get it back to good
i don’t
depression is a mother-fucker
it’s really lonely here
and i want out
Tag: memories
Memories that smell like gasoline
Out of the red
Waist down
skirt around
and flirt the hurt down
Paste it onto
an album
that plays around
An old familiar sound
The Torn down pages
of a beat down life
that can’t be found
Many In the streets
Fake the funk
full of junk
to fill you up
With make believe
as they Make it up
bitterSweet Buttercup
Sell yourself
short
As someome else
Churn it in
And turn it into
Anything else
Anything other than truth
weeping at your face
I can’t replace
What is now long gone
Waves of static
Take the place
And stretches the space
That lies
Between me and you
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
there’s no other way
there’s no other way
and no other day
to say
goodbye
all the things
i would, would not
and could never say
but now i need to go away
i really did try
day after day
just to get by
some things are for letting go
some things we must learn to let die
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?
It’s not my time or maybe it’s exactly that
I might have let it get to me
What I feel
What I see
What is what
What is not
I don’t know
What is real
i don’t know
much of what is
other than
what i feel
And what’s really to be
What you
do
and
do not
show
And what all is
left over
Rinsed out
the residue
Really has got a hold of me
For the time being
for now
but
Not forever
The hazy
Dazy
Lazy
crazy
Glue
of me
But nothing
ever sticks to you
All that is
or isn’t
ever true
with you
You can quickly cut
You can easily undo
as i struggle to make my way through
…
it all..
From a reaction
without any
satisfaction
What it is
what isn’t
and what it never was
and what it will never be
as anger grows
and confusion shows
only breeds
more negativity
and nothing more
out of  nothing less
with less and less humility
Tear down everything
Instead of build  up
now lost
as
we lose
No trying
to understand
No one
to hold my hand
lack of care
Lack of love
i ask for a miracle
or something more
from up above
i don’t know the name
it all starts to become the same
as everything before
until there is no more
we all lose ourselves out there somewhere
but where are you …???
and where am i???
20 years have gone by too soon
come back down
to this place
underneath the timeless moon
Not your ex
Treat me like I am
But I’m not.
Treat me like I am
I don’t care.
And I won’t
So
I.dont
And you
Can
Do whatever you like
Say whatever you will.
Fill whatever you fill
Love somebody else
And I will do the same.
You don’t want to play this game
But you do
With
Everyone else
And I
Don’t care
As long as you are happy
I’m happy you are happy
.
Bad kisser
My only regret
is that I did not forget
You sooner
Than this
And…
the only thing I truly miss
Was my idea of you
But not really you at all
Things we say
Running around in circles
Just like the rat
Saying
“I don’t need this”
And
“I don’t need that”
caught in a loop
That’s Caught in a cage
Spinning Round like a hula hoop
With a great full of rage
What you get
And what you expect
Is way too much
For as much as you
let
Down
but it’s exactly what you need
And it’s exactly what you seed
Out to the world
And all the people you meet
What you get is what you need
Even if you think you don’t
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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