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Sky Oct 2017
It seems that I am never safe
from the darkness inside my head

Every time I let down my guard,
I fall and start to drown

I struggle to pull myself back up
out of the water

It's harder every time to swim
It's harder to find the strength to live

But still I force myself
to return to the bloodstained beach

To where my heart sits waiting for me,
arms open to keep me warm

For I cannot betray my heart,
this which has given me hope

My heart which connects me to a hundred souls who would surely weep

I cannot break free from these souls,
for fear of breaking the souls

I must swim, I must survive,
I will keep my heart, my love alive.
Sky Oct 2017
Is it odd that
I have yet to write a poem for you?
A poem full of rose petals, a heavy scent
that traps us in each other's arms

I have not put my heart into words for you,
perhaps because I tell you all the time,
Sprinkling the roses over your head
so you know how I feel

I show you how I feel in every
move I make around you,
in every word I say,
so perhaps that is why

I haven't written a love poem for you
because my feelings are already on display
We dance in a rainfall of rose petals,
drowning in the scent of our love.
Sky Oct 2017
I cannot hold you here.

I cannot hold you here
in this cage that I built around myself.

I cannot trap you in here with me.

This is my prison,
This is my torture chamber,
I cannot hold you here against your will,
I cannot keep inflicting pain on you like this.

I keep dragging you in,
locking the door,

"Stay with me, love,"

No.

I cannot keep doing this.

If I truly love you,
I need to learn to break out of this cage,
instead of locking you in with me.

I need to let you live your own life,
and stop trapping you in mine.

If I truly love you,
I must set us both free.
Sky Oct 2017
Love is an open cage,
the door should always be ajar;
If you lock the other person in,
the bliss will only be brief.
If you leave the door open, so that
they may have
freedom
at any time,
Breathing is easier and a heart will beat long.
Sky Sep 2017
We are made of many faces,
how does anyone know
their own true form?

Business face
Friends face
Kids face
Alone face
Stranger face
Too many faces

Every day we go through
our trunks full of
masks
Switching out our faces as needed
Everyone sees someone different
Everyone is someone different
What is anyone's true face?

The face of being alone,
the face of no one looking for faces because there is
no one to show a face to.
The true face is the face that no one sees.


No one knows.
Sky Aug 2017
I'm sailing away
I'm sailing away
in my head
I'm sailing away
I wish I was dead
But I
got too much to live for
And I
got too much left to say
But I
got too much to live for
And I
got a lot of years left to stay
But I

I'm sailing away
in my head
I'm sailing away
I'm lost inside my head
And it's stormy here
And I
I could die in here

But I
got too much to live for
And I
got too much left to say
But I
got too much to live for
And I
got too many years to stay

I'm sailing away
in my head
I'm sailing away
I should be dead
I'm sailing away
I'll drown in here
I'm sailing away
But I've got to say

That I
got too much to live for
And I
got too much left to say
But I
got too much to live for
And I
will stay!

Sailing away
I'm so far away
Sailing away
I got a lot to say
Sailing away
And I will stay.
This is actually a song that I wrote last night. I have a rough tune for it already, but I doubt it'll ever be recorded in any form.
Sky Jul 2017
Dear Chester,
This letter, even though you will never see it, is a thank you letter.
When I saw the news today of your death, my world turned upside down. I was shaking, crying, barely able to breathe. I was so shocked to see your name in a headline alongside the words “Dead” and “Suicide”. I didn’t believe I for a while, because I’d also seen the article about your death being a hoax, but then I saw Mike’s tweet, and the news stories on NY Times and Washington Post, and I realized - it was true. My greatest inspiration was gone.
I can’t really pinpoint when you became such an inspiration to me. I started listening to Linkin Park when I was in seventh or eighth grade, after my mom put the Twilight soundtrack on my iPod shuffle and I heard Leave Out All the Rest. LOATR soon became my favorite song, and it still is six years later. I started listening to LP religiously after Living Things came out. I fell in love with the raw emotions of Meteora, and the clean energy of Living Things; the eager buzz of Hybrid Theory and the simple but true sound of Minutes to Midnight. A Thousand Suns completely blew my mind.
As I started to learn more about the band, I also learned more about you. I found out that you had a rough life growing up, struggling with ****** abuse as a kid, and drugs and alcohol as a teen and young adult. Depression tormented you your whole life. But you drew strength from those experiences, and became this amazing badass with a big heart who would do anything for his friends and family. You didn’t stop shows because of a broken arm, or cancel tours because a spider bit you in the ***, and even when you did have to end a tour because of a broken leg, you came right back as soon as you were able to give us the show we’d been waiting for.
You never failed to show your love for your fans, your family, or your fellow band members and musicians, and we all noticed and loved that.
I admired your dedication to the people around you, and how tough you always were, and how you stayed so strong and kept such a big smile on your face. Your amazing singing voice kept me going through the standard teenage angst phase that is high school.

For a long time, a huge dream of mine has been to see Linkin Park live, to see you and Mike and Brad and Phoenix and Rob and Joe on stage, playing all of my favorite songs. An even bigger but less likely dream was to actually meet you, hug you, and say, “Thank you.”
It breaks my heart to realize that now, that will never happen. You’re gone. Your beautiful voice can now only be heard in recordings, your grin now only seen in videos and photographs.
I still can’t fully believe that you’re gone.
And even though your death was one that seems to leave no hope, you still are and always will be an inspiration to me.

Thank you, Chester.
I know that you will never see this, but thank you.

Rock on forever,
  Sky
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