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Skyler M Mar 2018
Setting sail for broken moons and drifting stars,
In a sea of faded galaxies,
Pouring into the waterfall that meets the edge of the world,
Greedy jewels inside farewells.

Flooded eyes, won't you meet me here?
Among the broken message men,
They will float around us as we walk,
And talk about the things we knew.

Nebulas bleed into the sea,
Searching our feet for something new,
It appears that we,
Like to lie about what we see.

Flooded eyed, won't you meet me here?
Among the broken message men,
They will float around us as we walk,
And talk about the things we knew.

I know we both wish for the sky to speak,
No matter what we may believe,
I know we both wish for the sky to speak,
No matter what we may believe.
Skyler M Mar 2018
Bedside blues,
Sitting with no purpose,
Pride doesn’t exist anymore,
You’re left feeling empty inside,
Feeling the urge to hide and fly away.

Bedside blues,
Jacked up on whatever you got your hands on,
Ashamed to look at your worn face in the mirror,
So you sit on the edge of your bed,
Admiring the sky outside your window.

Bedside blues,
Blurry vision prevents you from getting up,
To continue your day would **** you dead,
Pondering how much a gun might cost,
How much would it take to fly away.

Bedside blues,
You don’t mind the abuse,
That lingers on your wrists,
Falling farther while flushing razors,
This is the last time.

Bedside blues,
Welcome home,
To your bedside blues.
Skyler M Mar 2018
Stare down the one-lane road,
Inside a thick forest,
The black pavement is uncracked,
Unless I step forward,
The surface becomes broken and foggy,
Occasionally, a car will pass somewhere across the mountainside.

The forest lining the road sings songs,
Songs that remind me of things that nobody knows about,
To thick for me to leave the road,
That's okay, I'm getting there.
Skyler M Mar 2018
When I look to the sky,
Don't ask me who I'm looking for,
Cause I'm just looking for anything,
Anyone at all.

An answer from space or energy itself.
If I knew whether it's real or not,
It'd defeat the whole purpose of searching.

If I said knew who I was asking for,
I'd be presumptuous and ignorant,
Who knows who could have built this.

When I look to the sky,
Don't ask what song I'm singing,
Cause I'm just making it up as I go along,
Along a make believe path.
Skyler M Mar 2018
You don't know my brain,
You don't know my heart,
You don't know my veins,
and you don't know my pain.

So please use discretion when judging,
I don't need your input on how my head is doing,
I know what's happening and it's messing me up.
Skyler M Mar 2018
Here I am
In front of you
So won’t you just
Hold my hand
And comfort me
Into sleep.

Here I am
Beneath the trees
So won’t you just
Lead me away
And hold me here
Into sleep

Here I am
Under the stars
I can see you
Following them
Away from me
Into sleep.

Here I am
To believe
But my knees are weak
And palms unclean

Walk away
Away from me
Into sleep I go..

Into sleep...
Skyler M Mar 2018
Open eyes
Open ears
Open lungs
And open veins.

Domingo en fuego

Open skies
Open clouds
Open thunder
And open rain.

Domingo en fuego

Open fears
Open thoughts
Open hopes
And open minds.

Domingo en fuego

Open me up,
Please...
I’ve opened my arms,
I can’t see you,
But I hope that you’re there.
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