stuck
inside
a room
for days
on repeat
the same day plays
over and over
no fresh air
day after day
going nowhere
the less i live
the less I care
stuck
inside
a room
for days
on repeat
the same day plays
over and over
no fresh air
day after day
going nowhere
the less i live
the less I care
You know what you need
Listen to yourself
And feed
The starving parts of you
Before itโs too late
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heart space
room space
head space
my space
shared with a
head case
nowhere to go
no place
to move
I can’t breathe
I can’t face
it anymore
I try…
to make it better
I try
to make it okay-
to make it
just o.k.-
only to
have it not be
okay
only to have it
stay…
Just the same
or get even worse.
like a curse
I need to reverse
but I can’t
seem to –
get myself back
on track
when I have no space
to move
No space to breathe
no space to live
please just give
me a break
for god’s sake
at least be helpful
not harmful
be aware
and care
instead of just
always there
– always in my way.
please…
make it be better than just okay.
because every day
living this way-
is not living
it’s death-
at least tomorrow
*sigh*
is a new day
to try again.
-k.c.
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in a blink of an eye-
lash out
and about
face-
time-keeps on
ticking
TICKING
ticking
into
the futureless
loop
of hands that
wave high
and scoop low
and everything we think we know
has been wrong
as the grand finale
begins
this marks our end
this is our swan song
oh sing me a tune
one soft and sweet
a song where I
and the dreamworld meet
one that soothes me to slumber
and one that will promise to keep
me safe
from
the fall
of it all
and what is about to come.
-kyoko cole

murderer
sickness
I am sick
but you are cancer
you think you have the answer
to everything
which you do not know
even though
you know me better than most
here’s a toast
to you
and your ability to kill
at will
and still
think you’re right
even when you’ve lost sight
blind as a bat
scaredy cat
with your proverbiale claws out
but worse
cause you curse
everyone you love
in your “passive aggressive
fucked up
fuck you ”
kind of way
that ain’t kind at all
do you get off on watching others
that you think are guilty- fall?
and let me pose another question
for you
that i know you’ll never answer
cause you’re too busy building up your stupid wall
is there a slight chance
just maybe
quite possibly…
you could be wrong at all?
ha
NEVER! NOT YOU!
stand by your convictions
fight to be right
just to be right
can’t even acknowledge left
or that you could be wrong
same old story
same old UGLY SAD PATHETIC song
spread your ill
and kill
the ones who ever loved you
OFF
SO YOU CAN SAY
IN YOUR FUCKED UP HEAD
“at least i’m right”

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
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


Slip the tongue
Night is new
There’s a door
Right there
Come on
Sleepy time
Let me get you a blanket
I changed my mind
I think I needed this
I have to go
Drummer unknown
Thank you.
Oh no
This is a nightmare
I take you for a ride
In a garbage truck
You know you want to ride
Crash
What did I do?
What do I do?
Alright.
Krash
Does anyone need another drink?
I skimmed it
Is he a pirate?
Are you a pirate?
In the 7th grade
Kissy Kissy
Mystical powers
I know I’m slick
Maybe you’ll see
Defeat
That poor angel today
Hey
I’m too old for you
You are the salt of the earth
Whether they’re old new or new new
It’s all blue
On my mind
It was
It wasn’t
Let’s go get a beer
And that’s a wrap
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 wonโt become anything at all
Itโs not fair that you can forget me
And I cannot ever forget you

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
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