Skyler M

Skyler M Oct 2018

E.T.HS

I've been pick-pocketed,
The possessions inside my back pocket are gone,
The knife, the wallet, the mask,
I'm thankful but I'm missing a piece of me,
How do I be happy?
I've completely forgotten.

Edgy teenage horseshit,
Like bile in the back of my throat,
Taunt me and push me around,
I just want to enjoy myself before I'm old.

The knife,
Held me,
Down the to ground,
No floating away and getting deeper.

The wallet,
Held more,
My heart and my colors,
No falling in love and no more empty chests.

The mask,
Held myself,
The person I need to be and cannot be,
Not walking far without it's ceramic dust on my eyes.

Edgy teenage horseshit,
Like bile in the back of my throat,
Taunt me and push me around,
I just want to enjoy myself before I'm old.

Skyler M Oct 2018

A Boundary Starts but a Line Ends

I told you all my lies and my secrets,
But who you are is something I still have to discover,
You're far away so what do you look like?
What does your voice sound like,
And do you intend good?

Does your mind stay cautious,
Or do you mind that we're so open,
Where does the boundary start and the line end?

I can't see you,
Only read you like a book,
A book with jumbled words that lack comprehension,
Or perhaps it's me that can't comprehend?
What do I have to do to control my world,
Without offending your disciples.

Does your mind stay cautious,
Or do you mind that we're so open,
Where does the boundary start and the line end?

Skyler M Oct 2018

Where Are You Now?

W h e r e  a r e  y o u  n o w ?

W h e r e  a r e  y o u  n o w ?

W h e r e  a r e  y o u  n o w ?

I ponder death and life

What it could be

Then what it will never be

I guess it's up to you

Is it up to you?

Am I tied to a fate that I might end so abruptly.

W h e r e  a r e  y o u  n o w ?

W h e r e  a r e  y o u  n o w ?

W h e r e  a r e  y o u  n o w ?

Gun to the sky

Shot three times

One for the son

One for the father

And one for the holy spirit

I'm tired of you

Tired of waiting,

So tired of waiting.

W h e r e  a r e  y o u  n o w ?

W h e r e  a r e  y o u  n o w ?

W h e r e  a r e  y o u  n o w ?

Skyler M Oct 2018

Haunting Frost

Frost forming window panes in little grass blades,
Passing by I begin to cry,
It's certainly weak but I don't care,
At this point crying means everything to my life.

So I follow spring instead,
When winter is on my tail,
Like a fox to a rabbit,
I could die,
I could very well die.

Jumping off my freezing metal bike,
I let my eyes get coated in a snowy glaze,
Allowing myself to lay in the frosty earth,
Sipping on melted snow,
Wake me up before December begins.

So I follow spring instead,
When winter is on my tail,
Like a fox to a rabbit,
I could die,
I could very well die.

Skyler M Oct 2018

Eyes inside Eyelids

I closed my eyes,
Only to see more open inside my head,
I'm slipping on all their tears,
Though I can tell that they want to speak,
They've got no mouths to speak with,
But I can feel their emotions through my speakers.

I'm unable to run far,
But when their chemical tears slip through me,
I am given the strength to point my pain to sound,
I'm avoiding every eye that says he'd die to survive.

Then those eyes bring me happiness,
Along with the love for the sound of the piano,
Step up to the plate I need to go,
These eyes won't let me go,
I appreciate that but I need to walk further than ever before.

I'm unable to run far,
But when their chemical tears slip through me,
I am given the strength to point my pain to sound,
I'm avoiding every eye that says he'd die to survive.

It's getting cold in my eyelids,
December's coming,
Though it's far,
It feels so close,
But I've got things to do,
Things to keep moving until the very day I die.

I'm unable to run far,
But when their chemical tears slip through me,
I am given the strength to point my pain to sound,
I'm avoiding every eye that says he'd die to survive.

Skyler M Oct 2018

Warm Winter Wandering

Riding my bike in the pouring rain,
Hold onto the slippery handlebars,
And hold onto your last words,
I'm sick again so my nose is red,
Like the dried blood on the tires,
Your memory is all I've got now,
Peace of mind without time.

I've got to get home now,
Let me in won't you please,
I'm not ready but here I am.

Walking in the cloudy overhang,
Hold onto myself for dear warmth,
And hold onto you to walk straight,
I think it's gonna rain but maybe not,
My hands are cold and blue,
Like the eyes inside of my own head.
I can't let go of your hand,
Never going to get peace of mind without you.

Skyler M Oct 2018

Evergreen Trees

Evergreen pine trees,
Swaying to the biting wind,
Did I hear them shout my name?
It nips at my ears and nose,
I don't know and I'm sorry,
There's no smell to these mindful trees,
I can't tell you why I'm not understanding your words,
Undergrowth crinkling under my feet,
I don't need a path cause I'm already lost.

Roots trip me up,
Do they believe in me?
A foggy overhang,
I apologize too much.