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Everyone watches my mess,
Seeing as I continue to confess,
To the times that I committed crimes,
Crimes that hurt as I wrote these rhymes.

And so.
In a process of elimination,
From head to toes,
I found that my conscience was guilty,
A list is cannot write but only feel,
What if I said I wasn't sorry,
For once.

Everyone watches my mess,
Seeing as I continue to confess,
To the times that I committed crimes,
Crimes that hurt as I wrote these rhymes.
Skyler M Jan 11
There's a place that I wanna go,
Somewhere that I've never gone,
Someplace that I wanna stay,
And leave this troubled place.

Here come the red lights,
Red hair and suit coat,
Laden in sinners blood,
What else would he be but bold.

Escape the body I feel,
Maybe I'll be on my knees,
Never ever breaking free,
Of the confines I write.

Here come the red lights,
Red hair and suit coat,
Laden with sinners blood,
Who else would I know.

There's a place I wanna be,
To exist and never leave,
Till my body dies and stuck there,
While I'm off in space without a fare.
Skyler M Jan 1
The Exxon curb is my home,
For the next five minutes it is my own,
It's few feet of curb that I won,
By sitting and drinking my Arizona tea.

This is my chrome golden lair,
Under heaven's blessed stairs,
Where the lights go out suddenly,
And I'm finding myself stumbling.

Don't have enough time to wander the city,
I'll be home by the time it's dark,
Cause I don't care except when you're calling me,
Please don't talk to me like that.

This is my chrome golden lair,
Under heaven's blessed stairs,
Where the lights go out suddenly,
And I'm finding myself stumbling.
Skyler M Jan 1
Take a moment to remember,
Our coffee date in November,
The spark of a thought-lost ember,
In December, hold me tender.

Calligraphy note left neat on my chest,
Made me forget all about the rest,
I cannot believe that I'm not a pest,
Something of a strange little mess.

Don't forget we looked at the stars,
From inside of a cold foggy car,
Our toes so cold and so far,
I had to say that you got my heart.

Take a moment to remember,
Our coffee date in November,
The spark of a thought lost ember,
In December, hold me tender.

Calligraphy note, in my sketch book,
Every so often I'll take a look,
You're my love,
My dear,
The one who holds the hook.
  Jan 1 Skyler M
Jackson
1.
wear clothes that scream respect, that remind them of good times, happy times, days with sunlight streaming through windows and blue skies with puffs of clouds and dogs barking and card games.

2.
look in the mirror one last time before you leave, remind yourself that you can do this, it'll probably all be okay. fix your hair, deep breath.

3.
say it like a promise, as if you don't feel like a little kid saying something meaningless to someone that doesn't care.

4.
remind them you're the same person, because they cannot comprehend that this is who you've always been, they cannot comprehend that at all the birthday parties and christmases, every smile and laugh and joke came from the same mouth and the same mind.

3.
hold your breath and watch their expressions, trying to push down the hope bubbling in your chest.

4.
stare at the table as they lecture you on how it's wrong, how you were born is how you must stay. stare at the wall as they hold you and whisper we're going to fix this, you're going to be okay

5.
remind yourself how strong you are. exposing yourself for judgement is something nobody else really understands. sitting at that table and tracing your fingers along the grain in the wood, knowing that you gave everything you could and it's not up to you anymore, pressing your face in the hood of her old sweater that you wore just for a bit of warmth, it's all things that they have no idea you're hurting over. don't they know it's all just love?

6.
it's not really about you for them. in their eyes, suddenly you were transported to a different stage, a different curtain, a different cast. new programs with words they don't understand and colors set in orders that seem completely foreign.

7.
no matter what, there's someone who loves you.
how did this take four days for me to finish it?? i have no idea.
Skyler M Dec 2020
And they're cunning in their ways,
They're not absent-minded plays,
Cause they'll get what they want,
Even if it means you've got to rot.

And what happens when the immortal is killed?
Where does the ghost stay when he's forgotten?
When does the tyranny fall at the hands of the innocent?
Why is everyone so angry at everybody?

Memories left to produce mold,
Power that a dictator will hold,
Jump to the creek and cry out, "please"
"Whoever will I be?"

And what happens when the immortal is killed?
Where does the ghost stay when he's forgotten?
When does the tyranny fall at the hands of the innocent?
Why is everyone so angry at everybody?
Skyler M Dec 2020
Show me where I began,
Now show me where I end,
I can't feel anything but the breathing,
It's rolling over my own shoulders,
Blades penetrate my ****** eyes.

Up down, round my stem,
Carve me up, carve me out,
In, out, scoop my guts,
Carve me up, carve me out.

I'm sitting on an abandoned fender,
Out on your front porch, I'm bending.
You're letting me see what it means to be,
All up inside all the misery that you feel inside,
Throw me away when my time comes nigh.
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