6 am feels

Broken window screen

The kind of blinds I hate

But the cool cold 6 am air

Comes in

Makes my skin tingle

Makes my flesh jump

Excites the parts of my body that

Excite my everything

Makes me want to feel

Again

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Hank

You were great

I’ll miss you

We will all miss you

Forever…

sagesse rétrospective

What happened between us
Was the best thing
For me
Right now

Tu n'es pas bon pour moi

What can I do?

Nothing
Even though the unhealthy partv if me wants to try
I see no reason to.

Someday never comes 

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

Goodbye song 

Loves shadow hangs low

Loves broken me in two

Million pieces

And at moments

I feel like I can’t go on
But it’s alright

I’ll be alright

Even if I’m all wrong

I’ll sing my song

And mourn the loss of you
No closed doors

All were left  wide open

And the empty hallways

Left my empty too

And at this moment I feel like I can’t go on
But it’s alright

I’ll be alright

Even if I’m all wrong

I’ll sing this song

For it’s my way to say goodbye to you

 

-kyoko Cole 2017

 

Memories that smell like gasoline

Out of the red

Waist down

skirt around

and flirt the hurt down

Paste it onto

an album
that plays around

An old familiar sound

The Torn down pages
of a beat down life
that can’t be found

Many In the streets
Fake the funk
full of junk
to fill you up
With make believe
as they Make it up
bitterSweet Buttercup
Sell yourself

short

As someome else
Churn it in
And turn it into
Anything else
Anything other than truth

weeping at your face

I can’t replace

What is now long gone

Waves of static
Take the place

And stretches the space

That lies
Between me and you

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