Skyler M

Skyler M Mar 7

Never going to get what I want,
Stay in line until the floor crumbles,
Nothing but sand beneath the linoleum,
All in the name of freedom for our corporate oligarchs.

Seems it’s all in our hands,
Build our own foundations,
Report on the eternal truth,
Even if faced with wretched lies.

I’m going to get what I want,
Fall into my own well-structured line,
Building the road of pure principles,
All in the name of freedom from our corporate oligarchs.

Seems it’s all in our hands,
Build our own foundations,
Report on the eternal truth,
Even if faced with wretched lies.

Skyler M Feb 28

Approval

I keep finding that I cared more than I like,
Laughing whenever you laughed,
Crying whenever you cried,
Feeling judged when you judged.

Like a sinkhole opening up,
Approval of any form,
Being swallowed whole,
Everyone, love me, please.

The desperation seems to scream,
Skin blistering as everyone stares,
Collapsing into my tankard heart,
And I'm sure everyone sees it all.

Like a sinkhole opening up,
Approval of any form,
Being swallowed whole,
Everyone, love me, please.

The desperation seems to scream,
Skin blistering as everyone stares,
Collapsing into my tankard heart,
And I'm sure everyone sees it all.

This is me that was created,
From the dirt underneath,
Bleeding silently in a kitchen,
Eyes wide as I couldn't cry,
Wondering if they really love me.

Skyler M Feb 23

Of Leaving

How the words bubbled up behind your eyes,
A mirage of love and hate in between it all,
Driven backwards by a lack of comprehension,
And a translator that can’t form the sentences.

Pardon my inability,
I’ve hardly any visibility,
Least I can show my gratitude,
All these breathless platitudes.

Hazy against the pale cynical backdrop,
I wish you could see exactly how I’m wired,
Tired and fired up from the inevitable failure,
Formulate the pencil marks into grey cohesion.

Pardon my inability,
I’ve hardly and visibility,
Least I can show my gratitude,
All these breathless platitudes.

To put it simply.
I’ve been dreaming,
Of leaving,
Singing,
Of leaving,
Pleading,
Of leaving
My whole being,
Needing,
Breathing,
For leaving.

Pardon my inability,
I’ve hardly any visibility,
Least I can show my gratitude,
All these breathless platitudes.

Skyler M Feb 11

What I Loved

The tides began turning,
While once hardened boulders,
Turned into gentle sand,
Washing against my ankles,
Remind me of what I loved.

Don’t think I really changed,
Just forced myself into a mold,
Every model on my shelf,
Tucked away into the cave,
I find the strength to uncover,
A love lost to the pressure,
Of conforming to the tide.

The tides began turning,
While once hardened boulders,
Turned into gentle sand,
Washing against my ankles,
Remind me of how I loved.

I hated that I didn’t match the mold,
No matter how hard or long I tried,
The old crooked signs never lead me right,
Sending me back and forth between states,
So I built my own sign and forge my own path,
Cupped the love in the palms of my hands,
Held it close and took it with me on my journey.

Skyler M Jan 29

The Sanctity

The sanctity of normalcy,
Shanked and left to bleed,
Out on the crooked streets,
They say, "all we need is diplomacy."

Wheres my home now,
Walls have been torn down,
Cant see my way around,
My home is hell-bound.

My home is hell-bound.

Leave rationality at the threshold,
Like a pet left in the winter cold,
Body rotting into Stachybotrys mold,
Creeping back inside by tenfold.

Wheres my home now,
Walls have been torn down,
Cant see my way around,
My home is hell-bound.

My home is hell-bound.

Skyler M Jan 27

Joy Taker

Before you breathe I'm your heartbreaker,
I deserve to meet my own maker,
I deserve the rage for I'm your joy taker,
Before you breathe I'm your heartbreaker.

I can't handle it anymore,
You're travelling too far,
Into my walled up heart,
Well it's par for the course.

Before you ever get to know me,
I'll misdirect you into your own mind,
I want to know you inside out,
Don't bother asking about mine.

Before you breathe I'm your heartbreaker,
I deserve to meet my own maker,
I deserve the rage for I'm your joy taker,
Before you breathe I'm your heartbreaker.

I wish I knew what it would be like,
To find it safe and sound to speak aloud,
All the pain and discomfort, I am heaving,
Onto the concrete floor at the thought.

Drug me until I'm spun out,
****** up and unintelligible,
Maybe then I'll finally let you in,
All I need is to know that I'm not me.

Before you breathe I'm your heartbreaker,
I deserve to meet my own maker,
I deserve the rage for Im your joy taker,
Before you breathe I'm your heartbreaker.

Joy taker.

Heartbreaker.

Joy taker.

Skyler M Jan 26

Home.

Will I ever have a home to call my own?
A home to call my own?
Call my own.
My own.
Home.

I just want a home that I can call my own,
Doesn’t have to be grand or lots of land,
Im fine with the quaint and some peeling paint,
If that’s what it has to be, at least someone heard my plea.

I can’t see through the darkness in front of me,
See darkness in front of me,
In front of me,
Hear my plea,
From me.

I’m just another human begging for revolution,
Caught in a landslide and there’s nowhere to hide,
How am I to hope if I don’t have a rope,
What’s left for us in this unjust land of ours?

Will I ever have a home to call my own?
A home to call my own?
Call my own.
My own.
Home.