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Skyler M Apr 2019
s l e e p  o n  a  s u n n y  d a y,

r o c k i n g  t h e  c h i l d h o o d  a w a y,

I'm not done yet, not even close.

l a y  d o w n  t o  s i n k  f u r t h e r,

y o u  a r e  s u c h  a  c o w a r d,

I'm not done yet, not even close.

f i n d  G o d  i n  d e a t h  n o t  l i f e,

b e a t  y o u r s e l f  f o r  y o u r  s t r i f e.
Skyler M Apr 2019
Vibrant Jade colors mask the anxiety in your eyes,
I'm not blind and I can see right through you,
Perfectly compact our tiny useless fears,
Stop looking down at the ground,
Look at me before I take you to class.

Building beast borders bipolar,
Masses mourn my many mornings,
Passing pictures practice painting,
Could the coming crown create fiction?

Don't understand what I mean?
That's okay, baby boy,
You'll understand the words,
And with the words you can create universes through a mindful eye,
I'm a mind full boy with a mindful manner,
You're a savior in my ****** head.

Viruses vibrant violet vices,
Flair, flaunt, fictional foes,
Dead done deal, did do it's dying,
Green grass to Gruesome gore.
Skyler M Apr 2019
Swinging on the swings,
Like little kids, you and I,
We're kinda messed up and a bit gross too,
But I wanna stay kids with you,
Don't wanna be working-class just yet.

Who else would it be?
I can't see?
I can't understand?
I can't cry again tonight.

Curl up in my lap,
Sleep away the nightmares,
I'll keep you safe,
Inside our playground tonight, my dear,
It's freezing outside so stick with me,
By the way, I'm in love with you.

Who else would it be?
I can't see?
I can't understand?
I can't cry again tonight.
Skyler M Apr 2019
You can bet I've broken so many metaphorical bones,
You can bet I've collected so many cursed tokens,
You can bet I've been selected to get my head shacked, she said depression,
I said repression,
Cause denying makes the truth all the more shady,
And then I've shaken to fading on the daily,
I'm a killer of a very special Miller,
Or perhaps that was the killer of me.

Now I'm a special boy,
Taken and shaken around like a toy,
You can confirm my death with many people,
Those who build steeples and feasible sentences,
I'm a prototype of a man,
Just watch as I ran to the sand underneath the sparkling grand moon man.

Take me up into the wind,
Bring me to the sinners den,
I will take his rusted hand,
And escape without a stand.

You can bet I've murdered so many beasts,
You can bet I've ruined so many well-lit feasts,
You can bet that I've introspected, to the point where I've retrospected into the infected past,
I keep on regretting going fast,
You're stuck in my head now get out before I pluck you out,
Tuck and roll to **** at everything that I lay eyes on.

Cause denying makes the truth all the more shady,
And then I've shaken to fading on the daily,
I'm a killer of a very special Miller,
Or perhaps that was the killer of me.

Cause denying makes the truth all the more shady,
And then I've shaken to fading on the daily,
I'm a killer of a very special Miller,
Or perhaps that was the killer of me.
A message to that ***** up I called a father.
Skyler M Mar 2019
Laugh at me,
I’m gonna dance and yell,
I’m the reason you’re in love,
Now shut up and give me a kiss.

You’re a town full of sinners,
I’m a man with a flavor of bitter wine,
Together we make an empire.

Break down me,
I’m gonna scream and cry,
I’m the reason you broke your skin,
Aren’t I?
Thinking that I’m a figure eight,
Round and around,
No different than the last.

I’ve been stuck since freshman year,
I act like I drink too much caffeine,
I feel the need to apologize so hey, I’m sorry,
I’m learning that growing up is the way forward today again.

You’re a town full of hate,
I’m a man who tastes of bittersweet ****,
Together we make a vengeance filled empire.
Skyler M Mar 2019
Green and yellow,
What the hell does it mean,
When it hazes over my eyes,
Like a lazy autumn evening,
I keep being called lazy,
And I am, God knows I am.

"Just stop with these colors,
They aren't very good metaphors,
Cause nobody knows what you mean,
And you're just a stupid kid,
Walking a lonesome road,
All your friends will die one day,
But not before you do."

There goes that voice in my cranium,
Spewing and brewing those maddening sentences,
I know for a fact that It's already pact,
I've got a future,
I just need some time to suture,
This broken underlying voice,
He doesn't know that he has a choice,
To be happy or sad,
It's been sad for all this time,
I'm urging him on to make the decision for happiness.
Skyler M Mar 2019
The concussion of my life,
The timeline so out of order,
Beating me across the head,
The confession so out of place,
And I’m scared what they may see,
If I say anything to someone.

Hello, little stuffed animals,
And elusive little illusions,
The day wasn’t so great,
Could I get it all out to you?
Though you say nothing-
I’m feeling somewhat better.

Shadows in the corners of my eyes,
Encourage things so inevitably strange,
I’m so inevitably strange,
And I can’t wrap my head around my own complex emotions,
I’m trying my best but I’m getting so ******,
Once again I turn,
Back to the plushies on my bed.

Hello, little stuffed animals,
And elusive little illusions,
The day wasn’t so great,
Could I get it all out to you?
Though you say nothing-
I’m feeling somewhat better.
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