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
Tag: writings
Haunted
The loneliness
You can’t escape
It’s there with our without you
It’s there in a crowded room
It’s there on a deserted street
I used to enjoy being alone
Cause I wasn’t lonely
Now I don’t enjoy much of anything
Everything reminds me of something that is no more
Dead flowers of yesterday
Fill my days
And haunt my nights
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 comesÂ
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
You gotta kill yourself before you kill everybody else
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
Goodbye songÂ
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
lonely
what good is it
if it isn’t good anymore?
what if i don’t know how to get it back to good
i don’t
depression is a mother-fucker
it’s really lonely here
and i want out
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
Amateurs (don’t take things or this so seriously)
thirteen ways to kill your lover
a hundred and one ways to die
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
skin loves fever 
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