whispers fade
a wounded wolf calls out
heaven and hell in my heart
never apart
glowing moon again
waits
a sparrow weeps
eyes glisten on my face
with a trace
of joy
luminous comforts
broken hearts beat
and meet
the mocking bird in my room
soft
still remorseful
gray clouds
pails of tears spill
ferris wheels go round and round
can you feel it still?
Tag: original poetry by kyoko cole
more alcohol please
inside and out
organized my closet
got rid of half my clothes
i never wore
mopped all the hardwood floors
made some art
made some crafts
made a mess just to clean it up again
made my bed
and now….
i don’t know
people are weird
it’s not just the coronavirus that’s making this way
it’s our times
people are very selfish
and disconnected
we didn’t need this pandemic to social distance…
we do it regardless
we just don’t see it
cause we’re out and about
and being very social
being social doesn’t equal intimacy
just like sex doesn’t
it makes me a little sad
but it is what it is
and i’m happy to have dodge a bullet again
i’m not one to settle
don’t think i’ll start now
What are you?
and your place
somewhere new and go
Fake up your grace
and fake up your case
and grow up
your old ego
Slow
But it’s all for show
it’s the only way you can go
it’s the only way you know
it’s the only way you know
this place is full of spies
filled with people full of lies
too many
pretend
to be
your friend
just to sell
you out
while they
cash in
in the end
You just can’t win
i’m not around
listen to the man. who has a plan. from the very first day. until the very last. to destroy
Listen to the man
Who has a plan
From the very first day
Until the very last
To destroy
me
And anything that may be love
Walking away from you
Was the hardest thing
For me to do
When the fears
Are with me
Either way I go
It’s hard to know
What to do
When I’m right there
And Right here looking at you
when I’m in it
I can’t see
Through
The thickness
Of your fog
You like to play around
With my heart
For fun
But
I only play for keeps
Still that bad feeling
Creeps
In
I just can’t win
You know how to begin
So you can Just make it
And I can’t pretend
That it’s never you
And always me
Cause it’s not
Instead of picking me up
You’re dragging me down
until I’m not around
Until I’m not around
I’m not around
Nowhere to be found
Cause I’m not around
Anymore
-kyoko cole
so this is how the story ends
no words to say
to song to sing
this is the sorrow
this mourning brings
the start of your week
is the end of my day
nothing really matters
to me anyway.
i was happy
when i made you happy
but now the ideas you make up in your head
make you sad
at me
make you mad
at me
and i will never be
who you want
me to be
i will never feel
your sunshine again
but i will always know
this darkness
that you left me in
on this day
today
that you went away
and made me have to go.
this kind of love
this kind of life
i already know
so well—
so long
so many times
i guess it was me
who was wrong
all along
i don’t fit
in this world
i can’t sit
i don’t have my place
so i quit
this shit
and burn
any trace
of me
you will never see
my face
or my smile
and after a while
you’ll forget that too
this is my goodbye
to you
why do I write?
I write to express myself.
I write to create.
I write to discover.
I write because I can’t NOT do it.
I write because I enjoy writing.
I write to share a little bit about myself and to learn a lot about myself.
I write cause I’m inspired.
I write to inspire.
I write for me.
I write for you.
I write to feel better.
I write to purge.
I write to love.
I write because I love.
I write because I hate.
I write for all the times I could not speak.
I write to reflect. I write to relate.
I write to release.
I write to recognize.
I write to recharge.
I write to record.
I write to refrain.
I write to repair.
I write to return.
I write to revolt.
I write to revolve.
I write to remember. I write to forget. .
I write because it makes the loneliness feel less lonely.
I write because I learn from writing.
I write because it’s what keeps me from pulling the trigger too quickly.
I write because I want to write…
because I need to write and because I love to write.
At the end of the stars there is love
by myself
crushed and flooded
by the fall of you
the moonlight
would laugh at me
if he could
I found sanity in the bottle
the wind catches a thought
with my heart in limbo
I must be lost
in a mess
of sadness
just like me
it was hiding
by myself
crushed and flooded
by the fall of you
the moonlight
would laugh at me
if he could
I found sanity in the bottle
the wind catches a thought
with my heart in limbo
I must be lost
in a mess
of sadness
just like me
it was hiding
the song held out its hand
I still wonder why
you suffered so
and felt the weight
of my troubled soul
so many illusions break through
an honest man
without branches
is always
the first to go
the best we’ve had
I would run to you in a moment
my fantasies
make me hear your voice
at the center of the light
in darkness
i see you
at the end of the stars
there is love.
-kyoko cole
2018
Know your rodent
Hard to spot sometimes.
But they chew
Through
Your stuff
And they’ll chew Through
You too.
A snake is the grass
Will bite you in the ass
Stab you in the back
And then turn it around
On you and attack
You like you were the one
Who drew first.
I didn’t draw knives at all
Or guns
But I will.
And never trust a woman who has no respect for another woman’s relationship
Cause they have no respect for anyone
Especially no respect for themselves.
Run home little girl
Nobody likes you
Cause you are easy to have
And many have had you
You jump under covers
Jump beds
Play with heads
And let everyone fuck you
And I mean everyone
Cause you’re lonely
And that’s pathetic
Cause you need to feel
Like you matter
Like you’re loved
But you’re not
Cause how could someone love someone like you
Who
Says things to plant the seed
In the heart of a man that doesn’t belong to you
And you knew
What you were doing
And didn’t care
Cause you can’t be alone
I smell a FAT rat
That
Does not know the true meaning
Of loyalty
And respect
So what do you expect?
People to not see what kind of shit person you really are?
You whore the whole bar
And I love to watch you drink
Until you drink
And you ask for it
So I love to watch you drown
I’m glad you’re getting the fuck out of MY fucking town
You bitch
(sorry for such anger but I’m fucking angry at people who have no respect for how they treat others until someone does the same thing to them. And even still that won’t teach them how to be a better person when they’re just not)
the master of make-believe
i knew this day would come at last
i lived waiting for the end to come in fast
waiting for it
waiting for you
you handsome devil and the harm you can do
i knew better than get too close
i had little to nothing for you
but somewhere in between sheets and bodies turned upside down
turned hearts around
and waiting for the end
begins to start
soft sweet dangerous skin
didn’t even see you creep on in
in the back of my mind i know : I’m just another girl
one more notch on your belt
one more link on your chain
then jump on out with the next passing train
you kind ain’t my kind.
you charmed my ass blind
yes mister man… you are good. so very good at what you do
sweet talker fast walker
you get around
but it still didn’t stop me til then
and when
i got lost looking for you
looking all around
it was then that i found
only an empty space
a fleeting face
not even a sound
in a silent forgotten room
with just the shadow of a friend
-only playing pretend
the makings of an end.
leaking hearts
dancing in echoes
i dance alone
the only remains of you
remains unknown
the master of love ’em and leave
you are the king of make-believe
-kyoko cole 2008 link to the original post from my blog: the burning of the midnight lamp; the owl of minerva
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