Skyler M

Skyler M Sep 2021

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There's a stale little flavor in the air, now,
I've been learning about how life's not fair,
My gender's been a debate for a while,
And my voice just keeps giving out.

Nobody's able to,
Nobody's able to,
Decipher body blues,
Decipher body blues.

Skyler M Sep 2021

Remedy Me

Purple pools with floating jewels,
A merciful Goddess on a throne,
Bountiful treasure in the water,
Do you dare to tread inside it?

Remedy me,
I'm ready,
The tide is steady,
Remedy me.

Electric blue birds flew,
To the east towards the hues,
A redemption just to rule,
You'll rue the day you let Her die too.

Remedy me,
I'm ready,
The tide is steady,
Remedy me.

Pink sheets on ****** beds,
Walls are painted with reds,
Satin duvets are all shed,
She loves to dance with the dead.

Remedy me,
Remedy me,
Remedy me,
I'm ready.

Skyler M Aug 2021

The Sun is On The Run

You remember, I'm sure,
Our nights, outside,
On the bridge, it's cold,
Your nose is red, I'll be bold.

And we'll rise with the sun,
And we'll die on the run,
Oh I miss our love.
And we'll rise with the sun,
And we'll die on the run,
Oh I miss our love.

Your parents, hate me,
In your room, silently,
Watching movies, you're lovely,
Hold you close, end scene.

And we'll rise with the sun,
And we'll die on the run,
Oh I miss our love.
And we'll rise with the sun,
And we'll die on the run,
Oh I miss our love.

Oh how I miss,
How I miss,
Do you miss,
As much as I miss,
Our jaunts on the lake,
Time together on spring break,
Oh how I miss,
How I miss,
Do you miss,
As much as I miss?

And we'll rise with the sun,
And we'll die on the run,
Oh I miss our love.
And we'll rise with the sun,
And we'll die on the run,
Oh I miss our love,
Oh I miss our love,
Oh I miss our love.

Skyler M Aug 2021

A Pre-teen and His Mother's Boyfriend

Sideways for the attention,
Lengthwise for the results,
Thank you Marilyn Manson,
I'll remember that for next time.

You're going to wish and beg,
That you could turn back time,
Cause I'll be dead and gone,
And you'll be left to weep.

Look at all these notes,
Of nights passed on,
Maybe I wasn't numb enough,
Or my blade sharp enough.

You're going to wish and beg,
That you could turn back time,
Cause I'll be dead and gone,
And you'll be left to weep.

You told me that I,
Was doing it to pretend,
To manipulate and lie,
So that I could get attention,
Well I'll turn my blade,
And then you'll understand.

You're going to wish and beg,
That you could turn back time,
Cause I'll be dead and gone,
And you'll be left to weep.

Leftover screws,
Congregate at pews,
Mourn for my death,
I sliced up my own neck,
Bleeding out on the floor,
I hope you open the door.

Skyler M Aug 2021

The Rust That Comes From The Bomb Fragment

I hope everyone's expectations of me,
Are thrown right back in their face.
I hope I never find someone to love,
And everyone learns to fear me.
Cause I'm fear-ridden myself,
So why should I deserve love?

There's this bomb fragment,
Left overs in my stomach,
From the last time that I nearly died,
And the feeling that overcame me,
I don't want to feel again,
But I truly believe I will.

I better be dead before I'm fifty,
So I don't have to see the end,
I better see God and flip him off,
Then go on to haunt my loved ones,
Cause then they'll think I care,
When really I just want to scare them.

The rust spreads every day,
I'm dying at just the thought,
That maybe I'll spend my money,
On something completely useless,
Or maybe I'll drive into a ditch,
While completely blackout drunk,
Maybe then I'll regain my senses,
And find company with someone's gods.

I'm not going back to the time,
When I slept over at Motel 6,
I won't dare to dream of riches,
Cause then I'll lose my humanity,
I'm not going back to the time,
Where I passed out on the family couch,
Thinking that was the last time,
I'd ever see my mom's face,
I'm not going back to the time,
Where my step-daddy hit me,
Over and over again,
I can't stop this endless churning,
Of grief and mindless decay,
So pray that I make it,
Another painful day.

Skyler M Aug 2021

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Supposed to write something that I remember.
What do I really remember?
What's real and what's pretend?
I've gotta be specific.
I can't be too personal,
I can't be too stupid,
I can't be too cringe,
What the **** do I do?

Skyler M Aug 2021

Crush Me

Crush me, I am defeated,

A little bug on the pavement,

And I’ll watch the gallows come down,

From the certain palace in the sky,

Crying out, “can you save me?”

As the spirit begins it’s departure.

I’ll watch myself walk the cultures,

As my breath is torn apart.

This is a super old poem from like, 2016 and I lowkey like it.