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Aug 2018 · 227
Ninth Cloud
Sky Aug 2018
I think my heart will burst,
as it is so full of love for you.
I think I may float past the clouds,
as I feel so light and free with you.
I think my soul has never been safer
as it is now here with you.
I think that I have never truly loved
as much as I do you.
Aug 2018 · 147
Attraction
Sky Aug 2018
We are magnets,
but we are too far away
to click.
Aug 2018 · 523
Weatherman
Sky Aug 2018
You're in love with a brewing storm,
ready to burst into hot droplets
and scatter lightning in every direction,
unable to control the strikes.
Aug 2018 · 106
Quiver
Sky Aug 2018
Why do I suddenly just
want to die?
Why do I feel
like I'm 20 feet underwater,
letting myself sink,
with my tears fading into the sea?
Aug 2018 · 227
Drape
Sky Aug 2018
Gentle melancholy blankets my heart,
sharing a space with the swell of love -
somehow, they mingle well,
like yin and yang.
Aug 2018 · 145
Risen
Sky Aug 2018
I've been sitting in darkness for a while,
but you've brought me back to light -
I feel like I'm floating free,
and it is such a relief.
Aug 2018 · 116
Tested
Sky Aug 2018
We spoke our hearts last night,
and, ah, you're so gentle and patient.
But how much will that be tested
by my own hidden storm?
I don't want it to drive you away,
nor from guilt should you stay,
I only want the truth today-
Is this love strong enough to withstand
my war?
Aug 2018 · 167
Uncertain Memories
Sky Aug 2018
Was last night real,
an exchange of fondness?
Or was my imagination
up to no good?
Did my heart really swell
right out of my chest?
Or did I go to sleep
with tears again?
Did you really say those three words,
over and over and over again?
Or am I finally crazy enough
to see false things?

Why can't I trust my own memory?
Aug 2018 · 228
Wipe the Slate
Sky Aug 2018
I worry about forgetting -
my memories aren’t sharp
like they should be,
everything is out of focus.
I can barely see what happened
one,
two,
three years ago-
My past doesn’t feel like mine.
I am losing my history.
Aug 2018 · 172
Omen Yellow
Sky Aug 2018
It’s yellow outside
like the sun just died,
and faded to mist.
It’s eerie and and ominous,
a small warning, perhaps,
to stay indoors tonight?
I think I can smell lightning
in the air, silently hiding,
and ready to crash down on us all.
Aug 2018 · 864
Ready For Fall
Sky Aug 2018
I’m ready for fall.
I’m ready for
My leather jacket,
which I wear like a second skin;
My fingerless gloves,
somehow both practical and not;
My trusty boots, clomping fearlessly through any weather;
Flannel every day, a timeless pattern;
A bitter breeze balanced by a lemon sun to make the perfect temperature.

I’m ready to watch the leaves turn to flames and dance through the neighborhoods,
I’m ready to smell the cider and pumpkin in every store.
I’m ready to start planning a disguise, to hide from the Hallow’s spirits.

I’m ready for fall,
the best season of all.
Aug 2018 · 146
Tide
Sky Aug 2018
I can feel the sadness sitting in my chest, lapping against my ribcage like an agitated ocean. The tide is rising. I’ll have to fight to survive today. I wish the ocean would just stay calm, that warm waters could be all that flow through my veins. Instead, I feel like a broken faucet - spouting hot water one moment and cold water the next.
Aug 2018 · 116
Sunlight Breaking
Sky Aug 2018
A storm stuck me today,
and you were the sunshine that
drove it away.
Aug 2018 · 105
Squeeze
Sky Aug 2018
I
can't
stand
this
torture
anymore-
my heart is trapped in an iron maiden,
bleeding out more and more,
I can barely breathe
through this pain.

Why don't I just
explode
already?
Aug 2018 · 187
Full Speed Ahead
Sky Aug 2018
My cheeks are still warm
from the blush you left me,
and I can’t get your smile
out of my head
(Not that I’d want to)
I worry that I’m falling too fast,
but my heart is a force to be reckoned with,
And it’s set a course to you.
Aug 2018 · 128
Over Heels
Sky Aug 2018
And suddenly
when I look at you
my heart flutters
in way that it hasn’t done
in a long time.
Aug 2018 · 308
Untitled
Sky Aug 2018
"Where do you want to be in five years?"

Happy,
safe,
full of food and mirth,
and not wishing
to die
.
Aug 2018 · 97
Untitled
Sky Aug 2018
I should be
in Dreamland
by now,
engaging in fantastical adventures.
But I stay in the real world,
force my eyes open,
just so I can drift into the gray between
of not awake, not asleep.
Aug 2018 · 469
Misty
Sky Aug 2018
Let
me
go


numb


here in this half-asleep
state.

Let me blur the lines,
fade out from the world.

Let me exist as a breath
in the air,
a single dewdrop on
a small blade of grass.

Let
me


dissolve.
Jul 2018 · 89
Untitled
Sky Jul 2018
Mistakes turn me into
a bumbling idiot who can
barely tie her own ******* shoes
alone.
Jul 2018 · 122
Untitled
Sky Jul 2018
They call it high for a reason -
I'm soaring above the grass,
such a vivid shade.
The clouds swirl above me,
and I breathe in the breeze.
Jul 2018 · 389
Cold Hands
Sky Jul 2018
It seems that,
rather than hiding from it,
I have learned to
hold hands
with the darkness.
A cold grip,
but no colder
than my own.
Jul 2018 · 130
Untitled
Sky Jul 2018
I’m
just
banging
against
the
glass,
trapped
in
a
fishbowl
full
of
*****
water.
Jul 2018 · 355
The Nightmare Sickness
Sky Jul 2018
I never thought that
I’d be cursed
With such a darkness
that I feel now

The sun was always shining
in my child’s mind
but the darkness forced it out
slowly and painfully

So now I am stuck with
this darkest disease, unable
to find peace, unable to control
the monster sitting under my skin

I fear that it will eventually
destroy everything I am
before I can even
catch a final breath of air
Jul 2018 · 118
The Empty Hole
Sky Jul 2018
This loneliness
is a painful hollow
in my chest -
There are people who
want to fill it,
but cannot.
So I sit
in this empty pit
and try not to cry.
I don’t know
if I can ever feel
right
again.
Jul 2018 · 283
I Have Questions
Sky Jul 2018
Why am I always abandoned,
why am I always alone?
Why am I always left to wander
down this dismal road
s o l i t a r y
With no one to turn to,
no one to cry on,
no one to tell  me that
they care;
Why am I always shoved right back
into this nightmare
right when I think I might be okay?

Why do I suffer this curse, this
disease
of solitude and fear?
Jul 2018 · 156
Down Again
Sky Jul 2018
I've been fine,
cheerful,
for the past few days,

but now the sickness creeps back in,
my heart grows heavy,
my veins fill with sludge.

My eyes are constantly brimming with tears,
and no one is here
with a shoulder to catch them.
Jul 2018 · 180
A Hidden Hunger
Sky Jul 2018
I'll admit,
I hunger for attention -
but I avoid the spotlight for fear of
embarrassment.
I crave acknowledgment,
a mild fame,
but then I shy away.

No one ever notices.
Jul 2018 · 109
Sleep(less)
Sky Jul 2018
I used to never sleep,
for fear of danger sneaking in,
but now I sleep all too well,
for it is my only escape.
Jul 2018 · 100
The Writer's Tragedy
Sky Jul 2018
Something is stirring
at the edge of my mind -
my fingers, twitching.
I wait for the blurry thought
to come into focus,
to enlighten me with this new
burst
of creativity.

It still sits,
out of focus,
out of reach,
unwilling to give itself to me
so easily.

I pace back and forth
and nibble my nail,
poking and prodding
at the thought,
persistent.

Still it refuses,

Then my mind goes blank.
Jul 2018 · 99
Stretched
Sky Jul 2018
I love too much,
and I love too many -
my heart is pulled in several directions,
so that I don't know where it truly belongs.
Jul 2018 · 340
On July 20
Sky Jul 2018
A year ago, we lost a voice,
the voice of broken souls.
We lost a man
who gave his heart
again and again and again.
We lost a soul
who was fighting too many demons,
who refused to let darkness destroy him,

we lost a man who lost a war.

On July 20, we remember Chester Bennington,
whose voice has resonated with millions.
We hear the music and we cry,
we watch his antics and laugh with tears in our eyes.
We remember his kind heart and determination,
and carry that spirit in us with every warm gesture we make.

Rock in Peace, Chester. We miss you.
I'm a little late, but yesterday marked a year since Chester Bennington of Linkin Park passed away. I wanted to write something in his memory.
Jul 2018 · 229
S w i m
Sky Jul 2018
I let myself
s
i
n
k,

I contemplate
d
r
o
w
n
i
n
g,

but I know that there is
l i f e
and
l o v e
waiting above,
so back up I swim.
Jul 2018 · 287
The Cracks in the Glass
Sky Jul 2018
There is
a pane
of glass,
standing upright
and surrounded
by several different people.

A large hammer
is swinging
repeatedly
into the glass,
cracking it
more
and
more
over time.

Eventually,
the glass
s
       h
    a
          t
  t    e
           r
      s
        ,
and the pieces fly
and hit the surrounding people,
causing wounds big and small.

The people stumble
and cry
and they wonder why
they could not see the cracks in the glass.
They wonder
if they could have stopped it
sooner.

But it's too late now,
and now they all bleed,
and now they all cry,
and some of them may die -

Because no one saw
the cracks in the glass.
I thought of this interesting metaphor for suicide today...
Jul 2018 · 343
Washout
Sky Jul 2018
She is a vibrant being,
radiating color and life,
Until the tears start flowing,
and wash the color away.
Jul 2018 · 125
He Lingers
Sky Jul 2018
Is it really possible that
I could be hiding
a vicious monster
under this bright smile?

Yes.
Jul 2018 · 158
Scratch
Sky Jul 2018
I've got scratches on my shoulder,
and cuts on my thigh;
One came from love,
the other from self-hate.
Jul 2018 · 196
Defy
Sky Jul 2018
I found a flower today
in a bed of dead soil;
The only flower growing,
defying the harsh weather.
I stroked its petals,
I whispered to it softly;
"I am proud of you
for surviving and being you."
Jun 2018 · 194
Lavender, Basil, Clary Sage
Sky Jun 2018
My room smells like
spaghetti
in a peaceful meadow.
Jun 2018 · 159
Shredding
Sky Jun 2018
I don't know how to keep doing this,
keep living with this monster under my skin -
he likes to come out and play
when I least expect it.
He tears me to pieces,
or, rather,
makes me want to tear
myself
to pieces.
I hate it!

How can I keep living this way,
surely one day
he will win.
Jun 2018 · 237
Untitled
Sky Jun 2018
I'm so tired
of hurtling towards
an ending written
far too soon.
Jun 2018 · 147
Untitled
Sky Jun 2018
Oh, yes,
I'm fine,
just a little lonely
with a side of mildly suicidal.

But don't worry,
I'll still be breathing
in the morning.
Jun 2018 · 157
Put the Phone Down
Sky Jun 2018
If I told you what I was feeling right now, you'd have me shipped off to a hospital;
They're just feelings, darling, so please put the phone down.

I just feel so empty
and lost
and numb,
and I want to rip the veins
from my wrists
and watch the blood pool
until I can't watch anything anymore.

But I can't tell you that
because you'll think that
I'm just that crazy
But the thing is that I
would never really do
such a thing,
that's just the illness talking.

Don't listen to my demons,
I try not to.
Jun 2018 · 195
(Un)filling
Sky Jun 2018
I'm so tired
of this feeling -
this
emptiness
that plagues my soul.
It seems that it is
impossible for me
to be
satisfied.
There's a hole in me
and nothing can fill it,
but I try to shove
drugged smoke
and uncertain emotions
deeper
and
deeper
into myself
to feel just a little bit better
for just a few minutes.
Jun 2018 · 205
Little Yellow Flowers
Sky Jun 2018
Why does there seem to be
a sudden chain of sadness
taking lives?

I worry
that depression
will wipe out
the world.

But I will still plant
my bright yellow flowers
because hope can never die
And neither will you, or I -
not today.
Two more losses in what seems to be a year of sadness. We're losing so many beautiful people to the growing monster that is depression. Suicide is on the rise, and we're losing so many people every day.
I just want to give you a little yellow flower and remind you that you are beautiful, you are great, and you are loved. If you're struggling with mental health, or having suicidal thoughts, please reach out. Don't tuck yourself away in the dark corner. Find the light, and grab it. If you are worried about a loved one, talk to them. Let them know that you're there and you care.

This is a time where love is the most important thing we can have. Love one another, look out for one another. We all need each other.
Jun 2018 · 341
Smoke in a Cup
Sky Jun 2018
Driving conversation,
and smoke in a cup.

Thin gray swirls towards the sky,


I sit and watch the asphalt fly.

Driving conversation,
and smoke in a cup.

Words are buzzing gently,

floating all around me.

Driving conversation,
and smoke in a cup.

We speed towards our destination,

advancing without hesitation.

Driving conversation,
and smoke in a cup.

A quick brush of comfort on his shoulder,

a glance from the man who's older.

Driving conversation,
and smoke in a cup.
Jun 2018 · 153
Duct Tape
Sky Jun 2018
She is like duct tape -
once she sticks, she stays,
no matter how rough the weather;

and she is so painful to remove
Jun 2018 · 342
Fade Us
Sky Jun 2018
We all hate life so much,
but we're too scared to die
So we turn ourselves into ghosts instead.
Jun 2018 · 136
Untitled
Sky Jun 2018
Something is trying to
destroy me
from the inside.
Jun 2018 · 203
Apologies
Sky Jun 2018
I'm sorry, mother,
I'm sorry that you're afraid
Of losing me to darker things
Of seeing your greatest dismay

I'm sorry, father,
I'm sorry that I drag you down
That I can't pull myself together
That I always seem to drown

I'm sorry, grandmother,
I'm sorry that I fail you
That I am not the golden child
That I am broken through and through

I'm sorry to all I know,
I'm sorry that I cannot fly
I'm sorry that I cannot win
That I cannot touch the sky.
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