I don’t want to fall to pieces
I don’t want to come unglued
I’ll keep my breaks and scars bonded:
Liquid gold tattooed
And when the scars begin to bleed
I’ll try to think less of you
The gold in place to remind me that,
I
am
free…
That, I have been renewed
Kyoko W.P.
Tomorrow my book will officially been on the market a full month. I’d love to sell a few more before then!
Big Feels: I feel too much
Standing in stillness
I observe the world
Spiral around me
Faster and faster
I behold life moving
I’m just a witness
Motion sickness
Hit me with a quickness
But I’m still …
standing in the stillness
Kyoko W.P.
Every word is a memory.
Each a punch in the gut,
a crack in the heart.
But these wounds
somehow craft me
into a new piece of art.
Kyoko W.P.
Often times you have to break
Pick up the pieces through the heartache
Gather and take
those parts to put them together and make
It’s time to create
And elevate
The masterpiece
that you
are
Kyoko W.P.
The fog has lifted
My spirit shifted
I once was gifted
But now I don’t know,
how
to talk to you
Cause it was easier then
Back when
We were younger with discipline
stronger voice within
And now the story’s old
Nothing left to be told
I’m getting on the road
Won’t see you again
So this it then
It’s been real friend
Kyoko WP
It doesn’t matter
how many years have passed
I can still feel you choke me
I can still feel your grasp
your grabs and your grip
Fighting my screams
by biting my lip
You tossed and threw me
like rag doll
You behaved like a predator
ready to maul
I closed my eyes until it was over
The shame and the pain,
the full – body exposure
I’ll never forget
but I’ll always long for
closure
Kyoko WP
I am, but a sensitive soul
Living in a world of fear and control
Feeling every motion push and pull
Lately, it feels, it’s taken a toll
I can feel myself start to unravel; unroll
But I won’t grow cold
Oh, no
My cracks are filled with gold 💛🖤
Chaos and cancer
War and disaster
Make it go faster
Feel frozen in a bad dream
Is everything as bad as it seems?
What does any of this even mean?
I don’t know, but it’s breaking my heart
Come take a look,
it’s falling apart
I can’t even take this
I don’t have the patience
I’m nervous and anxious
My chest feels tight where it once felt spacious
Been beaten and bruised
Blamed and accused
Turned away and refused
Felt empty and used
Lost and confused
Utterly disapproved
But allow me to be excused
I’m no longer consumed
That was just the prelude
Because I have cocooned
Through metamorphosis,
I have been improved
The decisions been made
It’s very clear
Lay me down in my grave
You won’t shed one tear
Leave me here, afraid
Because losing you is my biggest fear
No matter what you will always find fault
Fault in anything I do or have done
You never once give me the benefit of doubt
You’ve already decided I was the wrong one
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Big Feels: I feel too much
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The chaos inside
I just want to hide
From the world and myself
Close the book
Put it on a shelf
Hide under the covers
Until the chaos calms and I feel safe
A blanket fort is my closest escape
The pain in my skin
I still feel it
The sound of his voice
I still hear it
The cigarettes and alcohol
I can still taste it
The panic inside
I still drown in it
I close my eyes
I still see you
What will it take to heal and rid you
My worst critic
My harshest judge
Everything I did, every face I made
Filled you with disgust
As would anything
I would touch
And you never missed a chance to make sure I knew
I wasn’t enough
You campaigned against me
Filled with nothing but hate
You should’ve been my support
But never took the time to relate
I was your personal punching bag
Your outlet for anger
You could not have cared less if I was in danger
I looked up to you
But you only looked down upon me
Because you could never take a moment to try to see
How these things affected me
Made me hate my own identity
And are forever instilled in my memory
I will never forget how ugly
Why am I awake?
I want to sleep
And yet here I am
Sitting in bed as I weep
Something robbing
Me, I can’t control
And I am sobbing
From deep within my soul
I want to rest
I want to dream
I hold my breath
Try not to scream
My brain is wired
My emotions, on fire
My body, tired
Why am I awake?
I’m an open book
Turn the page and take a look
Inside you’ll find every emotion and feeling
The trauma and pain that still needs healing
The once frightened child
My thoughts gone wild
The tears that I’ve cried
All the times that I’ve tried
The love in my soul
Things I can’t control
Every page, every chapter
Will have you wonder
How life hasn’t snapped her
It’s hard to see everyone thriving
When you’re barely surviving
Is my life reviving
Or continually declining
As my pain is plotting, devising
Even disguising
Head first diving
I see no silver lining
I wish I could start rewinding
But also fast forward timing
For now I find solace in my rhyming
My words comprising
That’s where my phoenix is rising
Kyoko W.P. POETRY 