Under intelligent impulse
A stupid meeting
Takes place
The Bashful beast
Is Trapped in
A romantic ring
A false fight
Is the bait bubble
The Magic men
Regret the taste
Suspend a crush
In Down temper
The Flash of the Crash error
In a tramp trade
Empathy requires exploration
Peace is the driver of grace
We are stardust
We are golden
We grow
We vibrate
And then
We are reborn
Again
to be ignored
By the person you truly love
Is the worst feeling in the world.
Smells like blueberries and lavender. 🙂
I wanted it
More
Than
Anything
Else
Continue reading “Tonight”
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
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
with a machete
Escape is impossible.
Fear has a new name
One- on- one mixed-media art lessons in Los Angeles
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I spend a lot of time pondering what it all means.
A Writer's Musings (And Likely Some Shameless Self-Promotion As Well)
An outlet for my random thoughts and interests
where would it flow...
Serving a little poetic nourishment Monday thru Friday and featuring a Short Play Saturday Matinee to read.
Tales From The Life Of A Soul
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