3am sounds
Of Birds and coyotes
I wish I could speak to them
I wish I could speak to you
Get through to you
But I’m starting to see
That’s never going to happen
I’ll probably make more progress with the birds and coyotes
And him
As he sits next to me on the patio
We listen to music
And talk
Like the coyotes and birds do
You can play hard ball
Pool
Baseball
Balls in
Balls deep
But you keep that shit
Away from me
Icky
Sticky
Dicky
Fuck
Yuck
I would have never
Go back
To that
Place
With your face
That lies
Like it’s a sport
ABORT!!!
AND I’M OUT…..
(Mic drop)
What a terrible thing
You call love
What a low
You call life
So many times I see
The Nothing behind your eyes
I won’t let myself disappear
From believing all your lies
And I don’t have to be as cold
As you
to keep myself alive
I don’t have to be as bold
As you
To prove I will survive
You can try
You can try
To spin me
in
your web of illusion
Your ties of confusion
You can stay down with your demons
You can stay dark with the night
You can stay hidden within the shadows
But you can’t take away my light
You can try
But you won’t take away my light
I won’t follow you down
Your rabbit hole
Of fables
Your flip switch
Turn of tables
I won’t chase you
I ain’t gonna race you
And I sure as hell won’t embrace you
At the cost
Of me
Getting lost
Just to find you
Running out the door
I won’t take any more
You love to make me wait
You love to use love as bait
To fake your way in
And make me believe you care
But baby
Better beware
it’s a trap
It’s all just a trap
And I ain’t yours no more
Just let go
Of everything
You ever had
You ever loved
You ever were
You ever knew
And turn
Into something
Or someone new
Cause whatever was
Doesn’t matter
And whatever is will soon be gone
It’s time to just move on
You’ll be fine without them
And they will be even more fine without you
Let it all go
Go somewhere else
And go start a new
You are so much more
Than any name or label
Or whatever is not really anything at all
Has made you believe you are
-kc
What happened between us
Was the best thing
For me
Right now
Tu n'es pas bon pour moi
Busted pieces
Faulty parts
Dead eyes
Cold hearts
There’s no use in trying
To save what’s sunk
There’s no use in holding
On to what’s junk
The city of stars
Is under a starless sky
The city of sunshine
Is where light comes to die
It’s a fraud
It’s a fake
It’s the kind of city that will make
And break
You into the worst
But first
It will take
You
And
It will blind you
With the illusion
And then fill you up with confusion
Until you
are no longer you anymore
Love means nothing Here
It’s just a word people throw around and use
and abuse.
There’s no use in trying
There is no use in trying
-Kyoko Cole 2017
I want you to LOVE me as my broken self
Just like you want others to do for you
But it ain’t easy
And it ain’t gonna ever happen
With someone who just gives up
I need strength when I ain’t strong
I am strength when others are weak
But right now
I seek
To change
To find
Gotta break the bond
And not my heart
I wish there was some way to go back to the start
But I know
Better
And you wanted me to go
I used to try
But now I see
That it ain’t me
That’s the problem
And you can believe
Whatever you make up in your head
But I see
What’s actually reality
And you just don’t.
Everything you do is like toxic glue
It’s easy to stick to you
I thought you loved me too
But now I see that you don’t love me at all
Emotional abuser
Manipulator user
Narcissistic paranoid accuser
A liar
A blamer
A child
A shamer
Just a loser
Who’s gonna lose in the end
Cause you can’t grow
If you think you know
It all
But clearly you know nothing
But a bunch of bullshit
You’ve Brainwashed yourself to believe
Where is your heart?
You have no heart
No love
No care
You’re a little angry man
Unaware
Of what really matters
Unable to ever change
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
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
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 🙂
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