I could use
a day or two
of something old
mixed with someone new
or visa versa-
I would love
to see some good
if I should
grow and change
and rearrange
the fiction-
diction
that plays
in my head
that repeats
old things
some-dumb-body
has said
some time
before I learned
when
and what
to take in
and when
and what
crap to ignore.
I am me
and me
wants to be
okay
every day
and have things go my way
because my way
is with love.
-k.c.
into the trees
lovers
you look empty
the love
might just change like lies
the changes catch
unborn truth
the voices speak just like you
the trace of silence
was real
with this feeling
from the last moment
without knowing
all you need
the lonely
-after hour anxiety
some little bugs eat
you ask one question
and hide before it can get to you
child distract him
absolutely invisible
there were cries
waiting for the night
the scent collects
but here this idea comes
and you need sleep and affection
so here it gets lost
the only fatality
made forgetting more melancholy
not sudden and nothing happened
this sinking evil illusion
life disappears
the voice here
never existed
this false face
tears softly and challenges
the real
all eyes had felt
your denial
this useless existence
away with the night
you who come from the dark-
unusual
into this light-
strange
your love
was enough
above the sky
you can see
that this is the end
whispering time
hear the word
hear our language
a sudden
taste of
mystic too
many must look
not dwell
under the fall
without the curtain
glow like you
purple would have understood
the holding hand
the mouth both interested and obsessed
for you
the black was still light
this face and soul the same
everything around you
faded and
remained
slippery
love
shake you out
out
out
this was absolutely different
your heart vibrations smile
flames from the body
will not be tamed
they are beautiful
lovely but cursed
as you
find them new meaning
I’ll remind you
of my kisses
and continue life mute
-kyoko cole
dark fever growl
you scream and howl
wild by night
I lose sight.
Where did you go?
something I may never know
or most likely I already do
I sit and watch
sleepless nights
fall over me.
I wish I had the feel
I feel too much
I don’t feel at all
I wonder which one
is real.
-Kyoko Cole
Brush it
Under
The rug
That is your cover
You don’t have to be a lover
But a hater?
Be more original
Or don’t be at all
Die by the morning
The minute I enter
A different zip code
I have already begun
Mourning you.
I will not attend your funeral
Wearing robes of black
Draped down to the ground
And you even further below
I will not shed a tear
In public
I will not visit your grave
Jealous eyes
Are watching
Me
Forgetting you
They won’t be saved
The ground we walk on
Is shifting
Ever so slightly
The things you’ve done
Aren’t taken so lightly
It’s time to start a new
Goodbye
Rest well
For the long sleep
And the long farewell
This finale is long overdo
I wish I could forget
Eject you from my brain
And heart
Erase my memory of you
Until you become somebody new
Or better yet you won’t become anything at all
It’s not fair that you can forget me
And I cannot ever forget you
lightning bolt eyes
star kissed smile
i haven’t been fooled
by that face in awhile
words dipped sweet
kissed sugar lips
I drown in a rush
of slippery slips
you comfort me
with a whisper of sweet nothings
you relax me to sleep before the kill
and make me feel it’s such a thrill
your touch
is the clutch
that tangles me
and strangles me
softly
hard
and hardly soft
I open my eyes
to realize
a moment
too late
then forever gone
and so am I.
murdered by love
or assisted suicide
either way
a perfect way to die.
I’m listening to Mothers Who Can’t Love by Susan Forward, Donna Frazier Glynn, narrated by Susan Forward, Kathleen Gati, Julia Whelan, Cherise Boothe, David Atlas on my Audible app. Try Audible and get it here: https://www.audible.com/pd?asin=B00EOXMXT0&source_code=ASSORAP0511160006
You stand there
Like a lost child
Like someone so out of place
Uncomfortable
unwanted
Uneven
You begin to see that YOU ARE THE JOKE
and it makes your lips tremble
As the lump in your throat
Begins to choke
The tears out
Of your eyes
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
Goes a little something like this :
Gonna wake up –
Just enough
To drink myself back to sleep
The bottle is my one true friend
I can’t keep
It together
I don’t know where to start
I got the blues
With a weak-end
And a broken heart
I got the blues
And it’s-a tearin’ me apart
-kyoko
