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476 · Jan 2018
Red and White
Skye Marshmallow Jan 2018
Twinkling specks of silver surround us
On this bitter, January night
Our docs battle through powdered snow
As we swim across the sea of white

Fire burns warm in Tess' eyes
As a smile catches across her lips
The magical flames fliker bright
At the touch of her fingertips

We applaud as it performs for us
It's a dancing red lady
Teasing the twigs and sparkling sticks
It's allure drives the forest crazy

As time cartwheels fast ahead
Our beloved crimson mistress dies
Though this little evening adventure
Has made us feel, so very alive.
Evening adventures :)
470 · Nov 2017
Stranger
Skye Marshmallow Nov 2017
I stare at you
To my eyes you are foreign
You've changed so much
I have finally forgotten
Who you used to be

Years in the making
Yet days in the breaking
You've finally faded away

Time has come between us
Too many days you spent
Angrily humming out a tune of broken friendship
Too long you leant on a discord
Letting closeness lose its grip

My photographs are the only reminder
That you weren't always this way
This moment I see a stranger
A different person everyday
But in them I see my friend
It's in the memories she stays
467 · Feb 2018
Little One
Skye Marshmallow Feb 2018
Little one, I thank the world you were found
Without you here I was so lost
My feet never belonged so firmly on the ground
You always knew that little one

The monochrome world wears black
They mourn you there
Sigh sadly, wipe tears and look back
They grieve for you little one

You colour in my dreams
You are wishing on birthday candles
The world isn't always as it seems
So you make it bigger little one

I always see you in the sky
In strokes of orange and swirls of pink
You are the passion burning in their eyes
Don't let them forget you little one.
Part 3
440 · Oct 2017
Goodbye
Skye Marshmallow Oct 2017
Dirt sided shoes
Patter lonely on the grass blanket
Shaky hands choose
Flowers pink or purple
Eyes stare seemingly dry
Unable to feel repressed pain
Memories cry
Tears wiped with white tissues

"I'll miss you"
Whispered into the wind
"I know that you'll miss me too"
Spoken from a superglued heart
My snowflake fingers melt
Onto the rain soaked forest floor
All the love that was yet to be felt
Falls short to branches of ever twirling trees
Fast feeling write. Here's to my 50th poem, thanks for all the support you've all shown. Skye :)
426 · Feb 2018
Forever Child
Skye Marshmallow Feb 2018
"What are you most scared of?"
She asked, eyes wandering to mine
I turned away, as if fearful of the question

Hidden beneath a waterfall of dusty hair
Protected by a forest of oak soldiers
A glint of hazel scurried to meet her

"Growing up", I murmered so quietly
She could only just hear the words before
The breeze flew them away
Part 2
418 · Nov 2017
Make Believe
Skye Marshmallow Nov 2017
"Why does he hit us?"
Her quiet voice murmured
Into the absolute black
Silently I lay back
"I don't know Rose"
I dared to breathe

Later that night
We played make believe
Of a magical fairy land
Where we galloped free as
My eyelids slipped, I wished
So hard for it to come true

Instead I awoke
Tangled in salty sheets
Clinging tight to my baby sister
Who lay still, happy
In our dreams
Maybe it was best not to wake her
Story.
418 · Feb 2018
Silenced
Skye Marshmallow Feb 2018
Maybe it was the very first time
But it haunts me as though
It has happened a million before
From when we are young it sews
Itself into the very fabric of who we are told to be

I took a hit.
Laughter trickled round my ears
Jeers and shouts stalking me
As I walked away, fear building
As I held myself back from retreat.

Behind my eyes flashed up
A drunken stranger making me feel small
I was only 10 years old
But after me they yelled out catcalls
I rushed away, trying anything to forget

Now I am older,
Nothing has changed
Except now I know not to walk alone
And keep off evening trains
If I want to remain innocent and unbothered

I am not alone in this
We exchange these familiar tales
Softly speaking out what we hide
We fast learn it comes with being female
We stay silent to keep our pride.
For the females. It shouldn't have to be this way.
418 · Jan 2018
Kitchen Floor
Skye Marshmallow Jan 2018
Dark stripey laminate
Sits comfortably underneath us
As we paint out a million colours
Into the dimly lit air
Silent tears roll off rosy cheeks
Yet somehow they are met
By the realness of happy smiles

We talk for what feels like hours
We talk about love
We talk about hate
We talk about monsters we haven't shared before

By the end
We are floating
Feather light from the weights we have shed
We grab our hands tight together and
Fly off to the stripey duvets next door
Written about one of my favourite memories. Thank you mercury and Saturn. You mean the solor system to me. :)
416 · Sep 2017
A Lone Verse
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
Twisted silhouettes of branches,
Twirling into the twilight,
Stars dotted lazily across,
The artists palette I call tonight.
A sky at night is beautiful.
408 · Oct 2017
Lone Verse (no.9)
Skye Marshmallow Oct 2017
Tired eyes
Tired tongue
Blatant lies
Heart numb
Love me now
Love me never
Think I know
You'll choose the latter
Teenage angst
407 · Sep 2017
blue waterfalls
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
The trails of salt running down a rosy cheek,
They are a constant waterfall of blue,
Accepted by the world as weak,
But letting them pour is strong to you.

They are an endless fountain,
The key to the box kept within,
The result of a countless tiny battles,
The marks of breakage painted on porcelain skin.

They are a sign of defeat to most,
But in reality they are a war won,
They free you from insanity's grip,
A reverse to damage already done.
403 · Aug 2017
Memories
Skye Marshmallow Aug 2017
A cinema of films,
Conjured up by the mind,
A place to live in,
Whilst you leave today's life behind
A castle coated in gold,
A drawing done in sliver,
A place were stories are told,
Only in the good light

An escape route from reality,
Who wants to think,
Of your present responsibilities,
Let'***** the rewind button,
You can always delve deeper,
When in the past and,
Life is always sweeter,
When the bitter is removed.
399 · Nov 2017
Earth
Skye Marshmallow Nov 2017
Grasped in my tiny fingers
A whole world is held
A feeling of wonder lingers
As I think of all the things it feels
Just a small dot in a million
Awwing at the mighty universes
Vibrant shades of brilliance
Yet somehow imagine it feels safe
Surrounded by a thousand others journeys
It's knows that this place won't be home
For all of the long eternity.
Inspired by a dear friend. :)
398 · Nov 2017
A Lone Verse (no.10)
Skye Marshmallow Nov 2017
Compasses break sometimes
But we must learn to mend
Them with strips of tape
And glue sticks ends
Inspired by sleeping at last.
396 · Sep 2017
Flowers
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
Wilted flowers,
Dying by the closed window,
In the the darkness they cower,
Suffering through the lack,
Of days spent with you.

These flowers jewel my childhood,
The colour in my photo book,
Now distant, cold and grey,
Petals falling each time,
 A maybe doesn't come to life.

Flowers see the mask,
The man hidden beneath,
A shadow of who he used to be,
Or maybe it was always pretend,
I was just to blind to see.
395 · Sep 2017
Junkyard Sky
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
Your eyes are lit up sliver,
With the cool glow of tinfoil stars,
Entranced I dream to grab your hand,
And fly to our rusty button mars,
Through skies jeweled with bottle caps, paper scraps,
And all things unknowingly sentimental

Tonight will be ours,
As we whizz through the junkyard sky,
Our hands laced together,
This galaxy is for just you and I
Another poem about the sky... :)
394 · Nov 2017
A Lone Verse (no.12)
Skye Marshmallow Nov 2017
The metronome of doom hurries you fast along,
Don't want to be nobody in a crowd of  millions,
Carving out a fastfowarded masterpiece,
Made of hurried brilliance,
All you've ever wanted was to make a footprint.
Legacy. A strange desire. (Extract from an old one)
390 · Nov 2017
Golden eyes
Skye Marshmallow Nov 2017
Golden eyes
Strike her as she slips
Through the door to twilight

She knods to them and
Swiftly turns away
Hiding out amongst the oak
As the eyes hunt down their prey

A tender tiptoe snaps a twig
The pupils fix on her
Startled she stares back
And their glow begins to near

Stumble, gasp, fall

Their shine leaves her entranced
As they pass their magic on

Haze seeps into her surrounding
Her eyelids snap shut
Her head begins to grows heavy
As the precious metal of success
Begins to lay it's tracks
389 · Nov 2017
A Lone Verse (no.14)
Skye Marshmallow Nov 2017
It's perfect in it's own way
Rosy cheeks and a smile that grows
With every sweetened word you say
Cute little giggles woven into
Either end of an hour long phone call
Faces bright with joyous eyes
As all the small things
Come together in you.
A pink fluffy poem to lighten the mood of my page :)
386 · Sep 2017
A Lone Verse (no.4)
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
My ocean
My sea
Swallowing me
Carefully
In your
Fibreglass
Arms
383 · Sep 2017
Saturday
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
The sweet song of laughter,
Flows into my ears,
The aged red hue of my mates battered baseball boots,
Crosses my wide opened eyes.

A smiles sits painted on my lips,
In every colour of my own personal rainbow,
And my feet dance carelessly,
Across the fields of overgrown grass.

My heart beats fast,
Pound pound pound,
As I skip foward,
Arms locked in my giggle fueled friends.

I feel so free,
Like a bird scraping the horizon,
Like a balloon set loose,
To the endless blue of the daytime skies

We cheep and chirp,
Out our songs of the future,
Days we can truly conquer,
More than our own small worlds

As the sun sets low,
Ink begins to pour out onto our skies,
I sigh happily,
I've fallen in love with my Saturday nights.
Something a little different to my normal stuff
372 · Aug 2017
Forest
Skye Marshmallow Aug 2017
Heart racing,
Blood pumping,
Sweat dripping.

Air thick,
Ground wet,
Footsteps heavy.

Fear revving,
Anger laughing,
Normality waving.

Branch snap,
Breathe fast,
Hide well.

Damage done,
Regret building,
Memories mocking.

Voices startle,
Growing nearing,
Pain awaits.
369 · Aug 2017
The Death of a Butterfly
Skye Marshmallow Aug 2017
Again the minor tune of the bickering begins,
Sitting stagnant in the air around,
Slowing sinking into the walls,
Clinging to the structure and sticking to the ground

A wet cloth on butterflies once so eager,
Now they sit dormant waiting to fly,
Knowing not if they will be called upon,
Just sitting waiting to die

Bitterness flows through the air again,
Replacing something once so sweet,
Oh how I used to cherish you,
In the days before our lens went bleak

We used to laugh so joyously,
Smiles dancing on our lips,
Before the fruit went sour,
Before disaster hit

These days love seems but a memory,
Drifting far from shore,
Back then I was so happy,
But now I pine for more

Trapped in the house of misery,
Softly I begin to cry,
Quietly I'm mourning,
The death of the butterflies.
One of two
362 · Sep 2017
Autumn...
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
Leaves falling effortlessly,
Elegantly grasping the ground,
Trees holding tightly,
To amber creations
That have been worked on all year round.

A gust of icey air,
Foreshadowing future cold,
Rain and hail battering down,
All begging desperately,
To have their story told.

A colour faded hoodie,
Swallowing in its size,
A warming mug of cocoa,
Comforting us through,
These shadowed lies.

The fire tinted season,
Filled with sweeties and disguise,
In it the roots are hidden,
A dark and clever monster's,
Slow but scary rise.
355 · Sep 2017
Washing Machine
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
The insistent whirr of the washing machine,
Cycling round and round,
Soapy water wiping away what remains of yesterday,

Striving to achieve perfection,
Through the shirt so white,
That no-one will notice the fake smile,
A pair of jeans that are glistening,
Absent of tear stains,

A washing machine that washes away the insecurities,
On the surface,
Cause no matter how hard you try,
Your insides won't go in,

You can't clean away your evening cry,
Or the voices driving you down,
Just got to cover, cover, cover,
Till there's nothing left to hide,

Till your insides have been grinded away,
With the insistent whirr of the washing machine
355 · Sep 2017
A Lone Verse (no.8)
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
Daytime sun floods supposed futures
Moonlight reveals regrets
Stars sparkle bittersweet memories
Wind blown words slip past ginger lips
Rain soaks all these dusty thoughts
Hail batters hard againest
Already weathered hearts.
Might make into a proper poem. Any thoughts or ideas? Skye.
354 · Sep 2017
A Lone Verse (no.7)
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
Eventually,
It will all fall into to place,
The bad days will melt away,
And the good will take front stage,
But till that day,
We'll get through this,
Tired and swamped,
Fighting through the mist,
We call teenage hood.
348 · Oct 2017
Nonsense words
Skye Marshmallow Oct 2017
Alone I loathe all these
Blue memories
Of hard days
In a cold place
Feeling there is
No
Escape

Empty smiles
Waiting for love
Behind tinted eyes
Swimming in the endless
Nothing of
Stale
Air

This is what I call
The hidden colours
Of my life
All I need is someone
To hold tight onto my
Alien
Hands
I looked in my words and made a poem with the first four lines. Cheery stuff
338 · Sep 2017
A Lone Verse(no.6)
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
The subtle quirk of odd socks,
Not quite eccentric enough,
For others to mock,
But more a soft reminder,
In the repeated fields of sheep,
That you are your own,
And you are unique.
Just a silly poem written while staring at the odd socks on my feet. :)
330 · Sep 2017
A Lone Verse (no.3)
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
Snuggled in your arms,
I feel safe,
I feel warm,
Protected from the shadows,
Just you and I,
The monsters can't reach us tonight.
This is small and not very poetic but I love it anyway. :)
326 · Sep 2017
Fire
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
A match lights my body,
Every inch of me is in flames,
I'm burning recklessly,
I'm a bonfire that can't be tamed.

Smoke fills the room,
The image around me blurs,
I reach out for you,
But your hand is sealed in hers.

The fires getting bigger,
I'm running out of air,
I'm choking on the panic,
The knowledge no one's there.
325 · Oct 2017
Stormy Days
Skye Marshmallow Oct 2017
These stormy days
The blue rain falls fast
Wind cackles wicked
And fading naive smiles never last
The water wildly rages down stream
Washing over my cracked skin
All the feelings; felt at once
Sorrow be my twin

A voice trembles in the distance
In the cave of my broken mind
I cannot understand its words
They are beautiful but I am blind
Take me far away
From this bleak, cloudy place
Take me to the quiet darkness
Let the bitter end see my face...
319 · Aug 2017
If?
Skye Marshmallow Aug 2017
If?
Deep canyons of regret,
Etched clumsily into the soul,
The pitiful burning of a lone twig,
A message written in coal,
The hesitation,
That brutally murders dreams,
The questions,
That rip adventures at the seams,
The desperate rescue attempt of a flower,
Days ago dead,
The late night wonder,
Of all one could of said
319 · Sep 2017
Sound of Silence
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
The sound of sitting in the cold,
Arms locked tight together,
Nor lies or truths are told,
In the silence of tonight

The comfort of hip to hip bindings,
Of breathes tangled together as one,
Of reluctant tears streaming down battered cheeks,
Of smiles about to come

The quiet warmth of a hug,
So fitting to this loud moment,
And the clasp of a hand tugging,
On old, colour faded, hoodie strings

The glowing of the street lamps,
Lighting up our once grey faces,
Showing it's stamp in silence,
Love need not have a voice
318 · Sep 2017
A Lone Verse (no.5)
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
Stars spill across the skies,
And my eyes are a magnet to their beauty,
Ever entranced by their snowy glow,
Wondering softly how far their shine goes
305 · Sep 2017
Toxic
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
A look down upon,
A once joyful photograph,
Now locked down by,
A shattered pain of glass,
I smile,
Even though I'm in pain,
Staring at tainted memories,
Whilst walking through the rain,
I thought you were sunshine,
Before I knew the definition,
Know I understand,
You were toxic all this time.

A melancholic feeling,
Washes over me,
Now I know you were stealing,
The meaning of happiness,
And replacing it with self loathing
And self doubt,
You were all I had,
I didn't know what without you,
Looked like,
So like the trees,
I tried desperately to hold on,
To golden leaves already fallen.

I know I need to let go,
You make my world duller,
But you are still my black and white,
Even if my world has colour,
It's difficult to let you fall,
I know that it might break you,
And I don't want shatter your bones,
Even if you broke,
My patchwork, beating heart.
To the not so nice friendships.
298 · Sep 2017
Forgotten
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
She lay faint in their memories,
She was only ever could of beens,
Never was she the front face,
In their friendship magazine.

She was the white space,
Had potential to burn vibrant,
But she fell short of their pace,
And away in to the empty background.

She needed to be guided,
But no-one grabbed her hand,
So arm out reached she sat,
In the barren landscape of lonely land.
296 · Sep 2017
Late Night
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
Distorted thoughts,
Amplified by the darkness,
Growing loud in sound,
And further away,
From what's real,
But you
            don't
                   know,
The label you put,
On the old sliver mirror,
Is somehow an illusion,
Tonight,
Everything is bright,
Everything is scary,
Everything is endless

What was once simple,
Is now a world of worry,
Stress sprouting like trees,
From the overgrown garden,
That is your tired mind,
It tries to run,
Exhausted from trips,
To the shadowy spots in your head,
Right now,
Everything is blinding,
Everything is terrifying,
Everything is endless

Shaking,
Mind racing so fast,
It could out speed a race car,
But not before your heart and lungs,
Win first and second prize,
And they all stand on a podium,
Over looking your sanity,
Now,
Everything is here,
Everything is now,
Everything is endless.
293 · Oct 2017
Sinking
Skye Marshmallow Oct 2017
Eyelids sink like a ship
Down to the bottom of a navy ocean
Careless and broken
No hope of being fixed

Limbs sprawl across filthy sheets
Crimson splattered in the background
This is a crimeless crime scene
No sirens make a sound

Head treds through thick fog
Tired of wasted effort
No energy to be given out
Only the constant unwanted cycle of dark thoughts
283 · Aug 2017
The Fallen
Skye Marshmallow Aug 2017
The enemy angrily blasts it's guns,
Carelessly littering the battlefield,
As troops slowly creep foward

The blasting of every bullet,
Sends each solider to cling tighter,
To the untruthful idea of eternity

As if they could steal a forevermore,
With a metallic grasp,
Or even theif but one more breath

But at the blood red hands,
Of the envitable enemy,
They can never win

Whether they are gunned down in an instant,
Or slowly torn apart,
The enemy will triamph

We will all join the army of the fallen.
280 · Sep 2017
A Lone Verse (no.2)
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
Hidden beneath ivy covered walls, Behind an heavy oak door,
Lies a secret smile,
Waiting, and waiting,
To see the sun again.
237 · Aug 2017
Silent words
Skye Marshmallow Aug 2017
I struggle to remember,
Just when it fell from my grasp,
The moment it slipped away,
Becoming something of the past

Maybe the noose was always there,
Just never tight enough to feel,
Maybe it just sat there,
Waiting for it's grand reveal

But now it strains hard upon my neck,
Making me choke on every word,
Now I use my silent voice,
Even though it's begging to be heard

It kills me to speak loud and clear,
My body rises in rebellion,
And my mind complys wordlessly,
Terrified of heaven.
210 · Aug 2017
Pitter patter
Skye Marshmallow Aug 2017
My feet buzz againest the hard wood floor,
They want to escape,
They dream of more,
Than this grey skies uniformity

They want to pitter patter,
Againest alien surfaces,
They want to know what matters,
The most in this misty life.

They want to live their fantasies,
They want clarity,
To have a monochrome rainbow,
As their reality

They want to splash though an icy river,
That carries joyous smiles,
And less than carefully calculated,
Phone dials

They want the moonlight,
To bonce off their paper skin,
To be able to make memories,
To share with kin

They want to tip toe,
Up creaky stairs,
To bring best friends up,
To their sunshine lairs

They want to fall in love with the certainty,
That tommorrow brings,
Another day unfolding just as perfectly,
As the last

— The End —