Skyler M

Skyler M Feb 2019

Vain

Sacrifice vanity,
To see the morality,
Of teenagers in carnality,
This evoked, twisted mentality,
Hear their banality,
Trying to get it out of thee,
As you reach fatality,
Inside their hive mind's lethality.

You're not immune,
To sacrificing yourself far too soon,
But it's the moon that brings your harpoon,
To bleed her out in the middle of the afternoon.

Skyler M Feb 2019

Superficial

Hidden under doorways,
Is memories we store away,
To continue superficial lives,
Living on whatever buys.

Understandable in the least,
Staying alive is a whole other beast though,
There's nothing to sell to cure cravings,
As we crave it more we continue pavings.

Cleverly hidden paintings,
Try and to keep me under faintings,
As a solution to solve all feeling,
It always leaves me reeling.

You don't know what it's like,
To live every part of life,
To keep on dying and retrying,
Until we deform only to reform.

Sell all your fallacies,
To make up for your valuables,
Inside of every mind is something worth finding,
Dreams inside of dreams keep me clean.

Skyler M Feb 2019

[ r e d a c t e d ]

Things are killing me and tearing me up,
Inside out,
Guts to eyes,
Wreck my vibe in discordant nights,
I’m afraid that I’ll loose control and take back my tar black crown.

I’m the ruler of a tainted empire,
I’m the saint that your mother warned you of,
I’ll cut you down and string you up along the forest paths.

I won’t cross my fingers cause I’m not scared to die,
Breaking bones,
Come on home,
I’ll hold you down and bruise your back,
You’re the victim of God tonight.

I’m the ruler of a tainted empire,
I’m the saint that your mother warned you of,
I’ll cut you down and string you up along the forest paths.

I’m just your average boy,
Black fingers and black roses,
Corrupted carnage carriages,
Scared for your family are you now?
I’ve the lord of your life,
Now kneel before I make you, my darlings...

Skyler M Feb 2019

Blue/Red

I wore this faded hat of blue,
A symbol of a time long passed,
Now it's on my shelf,
Waiting to be revived,
Waiting for something that will never return.

Cause I've found peace,
Inside this sound,
Inside his eyes,
And that peace will prolong until I am gone.

Invert those colors and you'll get red,
The truth reveals itself and I can run,
To life,
To fight,
I will continue on in empathy of living.

Skyler M Feb 2019

****

Your mama calls you a flower,
But you believe you're a ****,
Stealing water from all your friends,
Your pokey leaves don't affect me,
I'll water you with everything I've got,
And It's a lot.

Dirt glows green,
When you're not happy,
Oh, I notice it every time,
I'd like to hold your petals,
Show you what you've been missing out on,
All the flowers lies and pushed you aside,
I won't let that happen,
Cause I believe I'm a **** too.

Your mama calls you a flower,
But you believe you're a ****,
Stealing water from all your friends,
Your pokey leaves don't affect me,
I'll water you with everything I've got,
And It's a lot.

Again and again the gardener came by,
To extract you from the growing lawn,
This time though, I'll be beside you,
We'll hold out another week.

Skyler M Feb 2019

The Room Before Adults Fall

Our brains suddenly changed,
and our shadows drew pictures on the walls,
Pictures depicting death and the intricacies of dying,
Promising life is a lie to us but promising death is easy,
Our youth consisted of rhythm and hope,
Could we bring that back, well, I can't answer that.

Several rooms above our heads,
Could sever all our limbs,
Then stuff them into our mouths,
To keep us from breathing,
But before then we'll sprint,
Getting out of the way.

We're getting tied down,
Onto metal doorways,
That break our heads with the repeated words,
like nothing ever before,
Some of us give up and some just fight,
Throwing hands while holding onto paper memories,
We want to be something,
So fight we will do.

Skyler M Feb 2019

Watercolors

In the watercolor painting you made out to me,
Crashing into a beautiful sunset,
I won't ever let the sun go down on me.

The brushes in your hand are flawed,
But your painting were always divine,
Teach me again, my dear, how to paint a cloudy day.

In the storm you created in yourself,
You gave me a weathered key,
I realized that the rain was gone,
I'm gonna stay alive,
And I think that it's right that I say it now.

The brushes in your hand are flawed,
But your paintings were always divine,
Teach me again, my dear, how to paint a cloudy day.

Ukulele wither by the rays,
Pens litter the ground under my feet,
I'll take this as a sign write another song,
For you.