Skyler M

Skyler M Feb 2018

Take me down,
Into my grave,
Sing me to sleep,
And give me prayers,
To call myself home,
But he won't hear his name,
Being called from my grave,
So I kneel and weep,

So, Take me down,
To the sea,
In a watery grave,
I will lay,
As you feed me tales,
Of his everlasting love,
I called his name,
But he's not home,
So I kneel and weep,
Under the sea.

Take me down,
Into the forest,
Where time stand still,
I will stay, standing quietly,
Listening for his voice,
Among the trees,
And I call my name,
Through the trees,
But I am silent.

Take me down,
To the sand,
Let me see where I am free,
So I follow the footprints in the sand,
Because my lights are fading fast,
I don't need, his breath to stay,
In order for me to stay alive,
I slam the door and fall to the floor,
Calling his name.

Skyler M Feb 2018

Against My Soul

I made my stand,
Against my soul,
Who was looking down at the sea,
From head to toes, it believes it's unworthy,
A body of shame and mismatch.

I made my stand,
Against my soul,
Who looked up at me with a somber smile,
I knew it's plans to leap off the ledge,
But I hold it's hand and carry it back into the forest.

I made my stand,
Against my soul,
Who seemed to ponder why I was doing this,
I had to see if it could be who it needed itself to be,
Who's body was no who it needed to be.

I made my stand,
Against my soul,
Who saw what I was doing and cried of joy,
My hands once black, turned to green.
Who I needed to be was in front of me.

I made my stand,
Against my soul,
Who smiled and held my hand,
As we walked above the sea to the island.

Skyler M Feb 2018

Human

Living empty-minded, unaware of plaguing viruses to find it and mind it.
Purpose becomes worthless if you move by inches, pointing you to giant homes and dehumanizing riches.
When life hands you meaning,
Why do you run and hide from it's changing chimes?
We're living the American dream,
Access to process your every single word.

Don't like me,
Don't like you,
Well, there's something I gotta write,
Don't like this,
Don't like that.
Well, there's no thinking left living.

Follow the big white line that leads into the sea,
How corrupted could we be,
To only see the world from the pictures on the T.V.,
Sempiternal delinquent humans run to become free.
We're living the American dream,
Access to process your every opinion.

Don't like me,
Don't like you,
Well, there's something I gotta write,
Don't like this,
Don't like that.
Well, there's no thinking left living.

Skyler M Feb 2018

Seek Sunday

The wind spins me five days away from Sunday,
The very particular day when all my problems are gone and I can say what’s on my mind,
The wind blows me ten days from hell raise no matter what I ever say,
It's a depressing day when I remember that there's most likely nothing to save me now.

Conclude my story with a leap--
Of faith to cascade into the deep,
Let me go so can find my twilight sleep,
For nothing in return I will weep.

Admittance to my problems and concluding my story of fake smiles and scolding a selfish thought,
The many wars and consolation I had fought,
In contributions to happiness I had bought,
Of course I wasn't happy, not by a long shot.

Conclude my story with a leap--
Of faith to cascade into the deep,
Let me go so can find my twilight sleep,
For nothing in return I will weep.

Skyler M Feb 2018

The Willow Tree

Close your eyes and wait for stars to reveal their stories in the darkness under the large willow tree,
And heaven forbid you start to cry,
but from your eyelids ink will seep into the roots of the tree,
Giving life to the old willow tree.

Questioning why you laid here,
Underneath the spaceships in the sky,
When you could be running through the constellations,
and faulty paradises of what your mind says is real.

Close your eyes and trip along the small dipper,
To find your own head and home,
Leaving the tall willow tree to rot away in peace,
Spaceships crash and you're alone again.

Skyler M Feb 2018

Goodbye

It’s time I said goodbye, to you and your pursitless strife.
It’s fine, I’ll say goodbye.

Skyler M Feb 2018

Clarity, Please

Now you're gone,
Maybe I should be too,
I asked you so many times what you see in me,
And you told me that I was kind, fun, and the best friend you've ever had.
Then you suddenly turned and you left,
Leaving me here, on the ground, with a razor in my hand.

The world doesn't seem as bright as it used to be,
Now I feel the pressure is breaking in and tumbling down,
Down the staircase where I now reside, in the basement.
The world dims out and I feel it's time for me to say goodbye.

I asked God for forgiveness, even though I don't wanna believe.
I asked Lucifer for mercy. even thought I don't wanna believe.
I asked her for some clarity, even though I might not like the answer.