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Skyler M Aug 2022
I'm gonna self destruct,
Drop everything and break it off,
Color my limbs every shade of red,
Make sure that you know I'm done.
I'm ******* done.

**** up
***** up
Calling out
Going out
Am I gonna get another chance?

Told you all my faults and left,
Insulted you and put you down,
I didnt really mean it but how else do I live with this stress?
This happens every time I feel pressure building.
So I tell you to ******* and I dip out.
Skyler M Jul 2022
It's a forest parted from the trees,
All of it is incomplete,
I will run until I’m free,
Till the end of dooms-day,
Faced by the wretched beasts,
Radioactive six foot wolves,
Mutated hungry killer bears,
Am I here to be consumed?
Or do I concede to them?
Never free am I then?

Made to hate my bones,
Came too close to a grave,
Underneath the porch I'll stay,
To hide from the ivory fangs.
Skyler M Jul 2022
If there has ever been a time for me to hide,
It's now cause the tide is coming in high,
Oh, mighty sky, I can't see through to the outside,
I see the walls, how they climb into a terrifying lie.

I've broken my leg one too many times,
In fact, it might have been exactly nine,
I'll thank heaven that I wasn't born a feline,
I'm a clever ruse hidden inside a fallacious disguise.

It's this pride I've locked eyes with,
I refuse to ever say goodbye cause this vibe,
My dancing shoes are on and I'm getting high,
Oh, wretched fright, I want to see inside your mind,
Do you trust me to go with the flow and jive?

Limping across the sand to the lifeguard's stand,
And within my hand I will find a land,
It's my land, my brand, an undeniable dance.
Skyler M Jul 2022
Write

Write

Write


Words

Words

Words


Where

Where

Where

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Worn

Worn

Worn


Write

Write

Write


Please?
Skyler M Jul 2022
If you're tired of the storm, like me,
Then come sit by the fire, by me,
There's stories to be told, you see,
He's not making the storm, the sea.

Tie your tongue into a knot,
You don't know the wars we fought,
While you searched the land for a plot,
We were lost deep inside the maw.
Skyler M Jul 2022
Get into your seat, writer,
Find your home inside the ink,
Construct the walls out of paper,
Your desk out of pencils,
And your pipes out of hollowed pens.

I know you fell for the feeling,
But it's easy to get lost in it all,
If you walked away now,
I know you'd go insane.

Upon your mirrors there's words,
Reflections that spell your introspection,
Flip it around cause it's too much noise,
Cause, writer, the sound is burdening you.

I know you fell for the feeling,
But it's easy to get lost with it all,
Crashing down on your thin walls,
I know you're going insane.
Skyler M Jul 2022
Your bones got colder and your blood got thinner
I see you've been cut so you're sure to bleed out,
All the while your eyes are dimmer,
and you are so much slimmer,
You don't have a lot of time until your light goes out.

You beg, "hush now",
Silence from the crowd,
You're wondering how,
You'll take your final bow.
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