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more alcohol please

weeded my garden
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?

make up your face
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

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

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“Suicide Fever” by AA, 1981

why do I write?

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.

why do you 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
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