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Jan 2019 · 213
Clock
Skyler M Jan 2019
Repeating words,
Stanzas become remade,
Over and over,
Read the words,
It's exhausting,
The clock as it's ticking,
I want to write well,
I want to write meaning,
But some things like these,
Is just simply boredom.
Jan 2019 · 89
Guardian Angel
Skyler M Jan 2019
When the sky fell from itself and into the ground,
I was brought to the world's ledge,
The colors turned grey and stale,
And whenever I looked up,
All I saw was my guardian angel grinning down on me.

The monsters in the earth started to grow,
Wrapping their arms around my legs and dragging me backwards,
These beasts didn't let go of me,
I was beginning to cherish the rotting of my teeth.

I feel like I talk about colors too much,
When I try to explain my place,
I'm missing the feeling of suffocating,
And I don't know why,
The guardian angel has been found under the front porch,
It turns out he was one of those beast,
I'm not too proud.

The monsters in the earth started to grow,
Wrapping their arms around my legs and dragging me backwards,
These beasts didn't let go of me,
I was beginning to cherish the rotting of my teeth.

What the future holds,
Is something that scares me,
Cause it's one of those things,
Where I wanna be,
Something,
Something more,
Sing for something more,
It's just a chore,
But I love it.
Jan 2019 · 96
Threads Off Ceilings
Skyler M Jan 2019
Shifting in between threads,
They hang from the ceiling,
And brush my hands as I continue forward,
It's as if this room is the center of my universe,
Cause everything's revolving besides me,
Though not around me like I used to think,
I can see glimpses outside of the thread strung windows,
But it's so cracked,
I could break out at any moment,
It's just the lack of courage that stops me in my tracks,
I don't want to break my knuckles or fill them with glass.
Jan 2019 · 76
Confession
Skyler M Jan 2019
I confessed to the stuffed animal at the end of my bed,
That daddy doesn't come around,
That all the friends I gained I lost,
And the only one I have left is breaking me down,
Is this what life is?
Is this what He designed me for?

I'm just a kid,
And I already hate the world,
I'm just a kid,
And I hate my own reflection,
I'm just a kid,
Just a kid.

I confessed to the characters on the paper,
That the seasons grow lonelier,
That my name doesn't fit my brain,
And that I need someone to listen to me,
I build my life only to watch it crumble down,
I've learned that life is a bully on the playground,
Kicking over my sand castles and getting sand in my teeth.

I'm just a kid,
And I'm already lost all hope,
I'm just a kid,
And I already stopped believing in Him,
I'm just a kid,
Just a kid.

I confessed to my therapist in the chair,
That I'm sicker than I've ever been,
My flesh has been eroding away in chunks,
Leaving me with just a skeleton,
That my weeks feel like years,
And that the sun is always setting,
Leaving me on the brink of exhaling.

breathe.

breathe.

breathe.

And. Here in the dark I will park,
In my spot where I taught,
All my thoughts to flock,
Inside of my head when I'm in my bed,
But when the sun goes I'm not done,
For it's the night that brings me to fight,
Cause I'm never letting go before I have something to show,
Something to show that I've been through a war, Call fore!
My car's on fire so my time is dire,
Heart getting harder with each time I get farther,
From the state of mind that kept me bind,
To a wall to a constant fall,
Of which takes away the best of a day,
Not anymore, I promise, not anymore.
Dec 2018 · 105
you are wonderful
Skyler M Dec 2018
When the sun fell behind the houses on the Friday horizon,
I was sure then and there,
That it was said and done,
My weathered teeth and nails don't work as good as they used to,
If I say and do something wrong I'll blame it on them,
The night's when those attributes start to fade and I'm,
I'm just a boy,
Not a man,
Not a mask,
Just a boy.

It's hard to see you deny,
To contrive all these lies,
How you're not as wonderful as everybody says,
As I say,
And I notice when you look away,
Because you can't face the truth I've placed,
In front of your face for you to take.

On the floor and wondering,
After a long day of wishing the clouds away,
I saw you next to me,
Somehow I remembered that tomorrow was the day,
But something changed and rearranged,
Inside of my chest came a feeling I couldn't ignore,
Overwhelming and calming all at the same time,
Taking my courage with me,
I said something I couldn't and wouldn't take back.

It's hard to see you deny,
To contrive all these lies,
How you're not as wonderful as everybody says,
As I say,
And I notice when you look away,
Because you can't face the truth I've placed,
In front of your face for you to take.

As the note laid under my pillow begun to fade of it's ink,
I was with you and knowing,
There was something more to watch the sun rise once more for,
Stay with me for tonight my dear,
Let's live and sing out our hearts unto the moon's eyes,
You're everything and always for me,
To me,
So give me your hand and I'll hold you for as long as I can,
So stay with me tonight my dear,
Let's live and sing our hearts unto the moon's eyes,
Nobody needs to know that we're home.

It's hard to see you deny,
To contrive all these lies,
How you're not as wonderful as everybody says,
As I say,
And I notice when you look away,
Because you can't face the truth I've placed,
In front of your face for you to take.
Dec 2018 · 99
Love Yourself
Skyler M Dec 2018
When you look upon yourself in the mirror,
Do you see what I see?
Because the way you look away when I say,
"You're amazing."
Just gives me proof that you're out of this world,
It's okay, It's okay, it's okay.

It's time for you to learn,
To learn to love yourself.

You're framed inside a picture,
That's moving out of the gallery,
And your eyes hold the stars,
While your hands hold the torch,
Of all the art in the gallery you're the most stunning.

It's time for you to learn,
To learn to love yourself.

And when the sun sets on the hills,
It reminds me of your smile,
Call me cheesy and a dork now if you want,
But I'm telling you the truth, my dear,
It's the truth,
So for me,
Could you find a way,
To love yourself.
Dec 2018 · 141
- Coming - Clean -
Skyler M Dec 2018
Coming clean,
Running my blood down the sand,
It'll filter through the cracks until it reaches my corpse,
The corpse of mine will be revived,
Coming clean as they wanted me.

I won't be gone,
I won't be gone,
I won't be gone,
I won't be gone.

Coming clean,
A new father reaches through the veil,
Setting fire to my bones,
Lighting my passion ablaze,
He runs the blood back through my veins,
Casting a new spirit to life,
Coming clean, is that what that means?

I won't be gone,
I won't be gone,
I won't be gone,
I won't be gone.

Coming clean,
I'm just a son,
Who's scared to try,
Scared to see beyond his own irises,
Shake me down and rid me of these vices,
Coming clean, as I lay in the blood-laced sand.

I won't be gone,
Tell the father I'm sorry,
Tell Him I'm sorry,
I won't be gone.
Skyler M Dec 2018
It's been raining,
But that's okay cause I'm following close behind,
The flood goes up to my knees,
It only goes up to your toes though,
How and why are you able to walk like that?
After years of flooding I guess I've learned,
That giving up is easier then taking the lead,
Though now you seem to be willing,
Holding me up by the wrist and,
Wrapping me up in black sand.

Hello my dear, I've been missing you,
Hope I see you tonight,
But will our mothers let us stay?
Well it's hard to say.

It's been snowing,
A storm is on it's way,
One that will cover me up,
Becoming my new tomb,
But if you're still willing,
Will you dig me up and out,
I'll hold you gratefully, gracefully,
Between the chorus and choirs,
Smiling white wolves come down,
From mountains above staircases,
You're still here so I'm not afraid.

Hello my dear, I've been missing you,
Hope I see you tonight,
But will our mothers let us stay?
Well it's hard to say.
Dec 2018 · 74
same
Skyler M Dec 2018
Down falls our heads and hands,
Through alternate realities,
While pretending to be okay,
Everything just begins to fall apart here.

Same breathing tone,
Same foreground noise,
Same backyard burial,
Same hounded home.

Kitchen sink washes away my discolored eyes,
The doubt that I'd left inside of them,
Grind them up into paint,
To smear over the walls of my bedroom.

Same breathing tone,
Same foreground noise,
Same backyard burial,
Same hounded home.
Dec 2018 · 74
With You in my Youth
Skyler M Dec 2018
In the nighttime,
He spells 'forever' on my favorite sweater,
Stealing it for the next day,
His eyes are soft in the nightlights that shine so bright,
Stars don't move when I remember we could die tonight,
But that doesn't matter when you're by my side.
Bring the sound of your heart beating to my hands,
Let me sign my way through words of distrust.

With you in my youth,
I know,
I'm not alone forever,
Though we may never last the years across time and growth,
I know,
I'm not alone in these dangerous nights,
So stay with me,
For now,
You're what makes my heart beat through laughter,
For now,
Be the one that keeps me alive,
While I learn to depend on myself as well.

In the nighttime,
I'm watching the sky close it's eyes on me,
I'm thankful though, that yours are still open for me,
Hold the bag away from my face,
It contains the pessimistic thoughts of falling apart and losing my head.

With you in my youth,
I know,
I'm not alone forever,
Though we may never last the years across time and growth,
I know,
I'm not alone in these dangerous nights,
So stay with me,
For now,
You're what makes my heart beat through laughter,
For now,
Be the one that keeps me alive,
While I learn to depend on myself as well.
Dec 2018 · 115
Stranger at the Party
Skyler M Dec 2018
Wash the sand off of my chest,
Let the kingdom erode into my heart,
I'll be free once he grabs my hand,
And the sun will shine on my transparent skin,
Revealing everything I've ever kept secret from the ones I love and loved.

Unlock the doors in front of me, my friend,
I'm not an enemy to life but a stranger to the party,
I might say hello but I've got to hug the wall,
To keep myself on track of where I want to go.

Right now, this time, the lights will never dim,
Beyond rows of gravestones,
I'll be upon the hill and watching the sun before I go blind,
If that's the gateway to heaven then open it then,
When I'm waiting patiently.

Unlock the doors in front of me, my friend,
I'm not an enemy to life but a stranger to the party,
I might say hello but I've got to hug the wall,
To keep myself on track of where I want to go.
Dec 2018 · 90
Life is(n't) a Highway
Skyler M Dec 2018
Life is a highway, one way and no way else,
At least that's what they insist,
But it traps me inside a lane,
I can't get out of the crawling traffic,
Let's get out of the car,
Roll down your windows,
Escape into the ditches and cleverly hidden cabins of forests.

Keep moving,
Don't stop or else you might end up inside the car again,
Keep moving,
The sun will never dip if you follow it,
Keep moving,
Your dreams are wherever you are in the forest.

Life is a highway, one way and no way else,
But I like to think there's something more,
Perhaps a trail that leads thousands of miles away from where you started,
You'll pass by three legged deer and struck down trees,
Nothing you will pass will ever be familiar,
Like seeing through new eyes every mile you make alive.

Keep moving,
Don't stop or else you might end up inside the car again,
Keep moving,
The sun will never dip if you follow it,
Keep moving,
Your dreams are wherever you are in the forest.
Dec 2018 · 104
Wolf Along the Tracks
Skyler M Dec 2018
Under the moon and stars,
Their shadows draw moving picture photographs across my chest,
Opening it up to let me play a song for you,
How is it that the sunrises have turned so colorful,
And how is it that your eyes change every time I fall deeper.

If a wolf runs along the tracks,
Spectating me from the other side,
As it watches me place my brain,
Inside of your fridge as well,
Does it wonder what you are like.

There's a place in the stars,
Where I can find a new galaxy,
It calls me to trust you,
So my hands start bleeding ink,
In my mind I'm beside your drawn lines,
And I'm chasing that feeling down.

If a wolf runs along the tracks,
Spectating me from the other side,
As it watches me place my brain,
Inside of your fridge as well,
Does it wonder what you are like.
Dec 2018 · 105
Heart in a Fridge
Skyler M Dec 2018
I put my heart inside your fridge,
Left it there for you to find,
It's in the very back corner,
I hope no one else see's it,
Cause what I have is only for you.

Listen to me,
I'll tell tall tales,
Of stormy seas,
And who I used to be.

I left my hands inside your mother's car,
So I can sign my care for you,
Grab onto them if you're ready,
When you're ready,
I'm here for you to fall on when you're down.

Listen to me,
I'll tell tall tales,
Of stormy seas,
And who I used to be.
Nov 2018 · 77
Missing Puzzle Pieces
Skyler M Nov 2018
Shaking down my clothes,
Searching for those last puzzle pieces,
To my life they could resolve everything,
Change the way I perceive my own time,
The possibility has me running,
Tossing over ***** laundry and disheveled beds.

Those nights that freeze my attempts,
I keep seeing those corner pieces out of the corner of my eyes,
Every-time I turn around in my head,
I've gotten the big picture but I'm always craving more,
So don't give up on me now.
Don't give up on me now.
Don't give up on me now.
Don't give up on me now.
Please
Nov 2018 · 127
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Skyler M Nov 2018
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Nov 2018 · 247
Battles
Skyler M Nov 2018
I've won,
Flown over the gates,
But still not out of the city,
I've won,
I'm far from home,
But I'm not alone,
I've won,
Skies are bright,
But I'm still fighting in rain,
I've won,
But I've still got battles to fight.
Nov 2018 · 115
Bones of Marrow
Skyler M Nov 2018
If I'm to be honest,
I'm starting to trust you,
And with trust comes a feeling I enjoy,
It's your companionship that I long for,
Nothing more.
But could you forgive me if I brought home a stray dog?
Would you forgive me if I stripped my bones of meat?

And the morning welcomes new thoughts,
While the night ushers them out the door,
Because without the sun,
I'm just me. Just a son.
Not a mask,
Not a man.
Just a son.
Hoping to meet you tomorrow.

I'll take it to the sea,
The reality of myself,
And could you please listen to me,
I need to know If you're alright,
Nothing less,
But could you forgive me if I brought home a black cat,
Would you forgive me if I stripped my bones of marrow?
Nov 2018 · 84
Hues
Skyler M Nov 2018
Passing hues of greens and blues,
Days strewn across acres of snow,
His time grown longer,
Past the fading of moons,
Through the winding chimes of fall.

I can see it now,
Though it isn't clear,
It's enough to say I've done something,
To say that I'm not alone,
In a world where being alone is praised.

Black interior seats envision me,
Wrapping around the slightest of sounds,
Completing the time against reeled hooks,
His grown up and realizing,
Things will never be perfect,
But it's good enough to keep pushing.

I can see it now,
Though it isn't clear,
It's enough to say I've done something,
To say that I'm not alone,
In a world where being alone is praised.
Nov 2018 · 64
S.C.A.R.E.D
Skyler M Nov 2018
******* down fading brains,
Showing up to broken theater shows,
Shaking hands too wet to breathe,
Sinking eyeballs into the deep oil.

Cooler boys rested up on champagne,
Cooped up inside muddled sounds,
Crouching under bright green pathways,
Crumbling stones on tombstones.

Acting up to start a hurricane,
Accepting a life worth living,
Ate all of his supper with gratefulness,
Account for all the crowns left rotting.

Read moss covered signs,
Record voices among trees,
Rescue his passion from a grimy sea,
Receive praise and survive.

End with a bright yellow,
Entrance eyes and more to discover,
Enter with a word in hand,
Escape death with a breath of passion.

Dreaming thoughtfully over miles of land,
Dusk approaches his feet and brightens the night,
Drumming out fears of growing old,
Doors lead to newer worlds that he never believed real.
Nov 2018 · 97
Winning in Winter
Skyler M Nov 2018
Curves and lines,
Shapes and areas,
Crowded around in art,
A creative mind full wreck of youth,
He’s healing.
Being bathed inside of his room,
A room of green,
A room of stale ideas come to life.
He’s got his hand on the future,
But taking the step scares him the most,
He’s ready,
He knows he is,
He’s been through years,
And those years killed fears,
But along with his friends.
Though he’s lost all meaning to losing friends,
He knows they mean well and he’s got more to see,
So watch him heal,
His eyes are more blue than they’ve ever been,
His head is clearer with every sip of bleached river water.

Indents and impressions,
Bends and rounds,
Sending signals of health and healing,
Sent home to where the family under the roof welcomes him inside of his dreams,
So if you’re okay with him,
He’ll take that step to a new day,
A sunny summer day in the middle of winter,
He’ll sleep on a rainy day,
But only be more productive the very next,
He’s doing change,
Allegories and curses inside his brain becoming strangely kind and hopeful,
He’s loving it by loving himself,
In a way of which is hopefully not conceited,
As he hopes he never becomes,
Green envelopes healing boys,
Green screens the depression’s knife from viewing.
Green is the color of winning in his roomy world.
Winning feels good doesn’t it?
Nov 2018 · 398
stories
Skyler M Nov 2018
arms and legs
spell untimely stories
just as eyes
are the windows to souls
the scars on foreheads
and the bruises on hands
take home
the stories you dont want told
"you don't know my brain. the way you know my name" -Anathema by twenty one pilots
Nov 2018 · 98
Crying Dogs
Skyler M Nov 2018
Crying dogs outside the windows,
Wanna see myself above them all,
Careening to a future where I do it all.

It's a sinking sinking feeling that keeps me on my feet,
I've hounded it around,
Surrounded it with sound,
Kept it till it thought that it had defeated me,
As if defeating me would do it any good,
I've hounded it around,
Surrounded it with sound,
Shocked it till it was driven back into my shaping head,
If I'm healing with the reason to become purposeful, then so be it.

Crying dogs outside the windows,
Wanna see myself above them all,
Careening to a future where I do what I need.
Nov 2018 · 107
Obsidian Stones
Skyler M Nov 2018
Here in the dark I will park,
In my spot where I taught,
All my thoughts to flock,
Inside of my head when I'm in my bed,
But when the sun goes I'm not done,
For it's the night that brings me to fight,
If a battle is what I need then hear my bones rattle,
Cause I'm never letting go before I have something to show,
Something to show that I've been through a war, Call fore!

We trade our homes for obsidian stones,
To build our walls inside our bones,
Not to hide but to thrive,
Inside our minds which we believe are fried,
Awakening a soul we lost so long ago,
So we're ready to grow.

My car's on fire so my time is dire,
Heart getting harder with each time I get farther,
From the state of mind that kept me bind,
To a wall to a constant fall,
Of which takes away the best of a day,
Not anymore, I promise, not anymore.

We trade our homes for obsidian stones,
To build our walls inside our bones,
Not to hide but to thrive,
Inside our minds which we believe are fried,
Awakening a soul we lost so long ago,
So we're ready to grow.
Nov 2018 · 76
Two Lines and a Half
Skyler M Nov 2018
Follow me until you reach my breaking point,
The point I've been at since he began,
What could possibly be worse than losing to myself?
I can't answer that question with the state that I'm in, the place that I'm in,
Do I want to heal is a question again I ask myself,
Keep promising that I do but I'm still stuck,
Stuck with the person I praised and named.

In between two lines and a half,
I'm dividing myself into halves,
And then into quarters,
Letting a poison point blend into my soul,
Carving in words of passion to drive my parts to passionate purpose that only I create.

For only I have the key to my mind,
But it's the lock I must find,
I could go in circles until I never find it,
The need to diverge,
Not to separate myself but to clean up the floor,
It's the only way I understand how to control.
Nov 2018 · 79
Words To Me
Skyler M Nov 2018
To wind up all of the thoughts,
Into a ball and throw it at the wall,
Doesn't seem to work,
Cause the sound collects words like dust,
I need to introspect inside of a page,
To write until the sun comes up,
And the yarn shadows untangle themselves,
Words to me don't work like voices,
But like graphite,
They don't get collected or tossed about,
They end up sitting upon a page,
Watching with hopeful eyes.

I'll figure you out with time, in time,
Nights could go by before I read it again,
But it's then that I see what's inside my head,
So forgive me if they're dark, brooding, or sick,
It's the only way I know,
The only way I know.
Nov 2018 · 78
Rusted Remains
Skyler M Nov 2018
I see the corpses of the ones I once loved,
At this moment, on this roof, I stand alone,
I wish that I could relive this life,
I feel like a ticking time-bomb,
Cause one day I'll fall apart up here.

But when I see you cry,
I know I need to give you everything,
It powers me on my rusted remains.

When the roof begins to crumble away,
And the interior metal shows itself,
I'm reminded of why everything could die,
In place, in replacement of everything I hold dear,
To me, a song to read, a song to sing, is a song to believe,
We'll live forever.

But when I see you cry,
I know I need to give you everything,
It powers me on my rusted remains.
Nov 2018 · 95
Plight
Skyler M Nov 2018
Here come the stranger things of the night,
Some call them demons and some it'd be monsters,
But to myself it's just me and poison boy's misadventures,
Our rocking bed atop a stormy sea,
He's beside me and I trust him with my life.

Our plight to death,
He says, "Say your goodbyes."
I say, "Yes, sir."
Our plight to light,
He says, "Say your dreams."
I say, "Yes, sir."

Breaking my shell off to rip me of my confines,
Poison boy doesn't care about that at all,
But I do, oh god do I care,
Stop breaking my face, my soul, my dreams,
Curb stomping me into my irreversible creation,
Why did I give in?
Why did I give in?
Oct 2018 · 94
Untitled
Skyler M Oct 2018
im alone inside my own head,
im not thinking straight,
thats okay cause its too late,
lets get drunk, poison boy, youve won this fight.
sending love to all my closest friends,
until i go ill sing a prayer of defeat.
Oct 2018 · 205
Untitled
Skyler M Oct 2018
im asleep on this sunny day,
everything could be going right,
but it's all wrong in my head,
if im to be honest,
im ready to die.
Oct 2018 · 194
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Skyler M Oct 2018
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Oct 2018 · 118
Flesh of a Boy
Skyler M Oct 2018
Here in the dark I will park,
Inside of my bones will have grown,
Vines of rotten wood,
Well it's just no good,
I'm just no good,
And it's that confidence that exists that brings me to my knees.

With the flesh of a boy who hates everything outside,
I'll fly as far as I can until I hit the wall,
The wall that divides my flesh from my brain,
Could I piece it together well I really doubt so.

Inside of the palm of my hand is a daffodil,
For the creases on my forehead,
Signify the worry and hurt I've felt these years gone by,
Remember me when I leave to hope for the best,
Inside my own nightmarish daydream.

With the flesh of a boy who hates everything outside,
I'll fly as far as I can until I hit the wall,
The wall that divides my flesh from my brain,
Could I piece it together well I really doubt so.
Oct 2018 · 63
Shooting Stars
Skyler M Oct 2018
Sitting in the backyard, on our trampoline,
It's dark now and the stars have come out,
If there's anything I can do to make you happy,
Let me know cause I am not enough for you.

Shooting stars, flying over our heads,
In streaks of white and purples,
Will it crash into us?
And show us the truth about ourselves that we may not believe.

Stay strong, when you're alone,
Inside a room made of nothing but lead,
It's heavy and poisonous to breath it in is death,
But you say that that's what you want?
Why do you want to leave?
I need you to stay with me.

Shooting stars, flying over our heads,
In streaks of white and purples,
Will it crash into us?
And show us the truth about ourselves that we may not believe.
Oct 2018 · 101
Drunken and Bottles
Skyler M Oct 2018
Climbing mountains slowly,
Garbage piles up at my feet,
Crumbling rocks tumble my way,
I've made a landfill with my own head,
So I know I've got power,
But not the power to say alive.

How do I do that?
I just want to get drunk,
To cry myself to sleep,
Swallow down a bottle,
And hope for the best of the worst.

It comes with the plastic that burns into my nostrils,
Why does every star fall into my landfill?
Shouldn't it stay where it was?
In the sky where the moon shines so bright.

How do I do that?
I just want to get drunk,
To cry myself to sleep,
Swallow down a bottle,
And hope for the best of the worst.
Oct 2018 · 78
Running is Saving Myself
Skyler M Oct 2018
Am I slowly giving in to those thoughts,
The ones that urge me to run,
Like running's the only solution,
Run as fast as I can as far as I can,
Away from the routine habits,
That inhabit my life every single day,
He's coming for me, He's coming for me now.

I don't feel safe,
Not when he's after me,
My bones crumble under the weight,
I need to run,
Let me run.

Please don't remind me how long I've got until I wake up,
I'm sorry to all my family and my friends,
Days are longer again but for all the wrong reasons,
Am I sick?
I'm getting sick.

I don't feel safe,
Not when he's after me,
My bones crumble under the weight,
I need to run,
Let me run.
Oct 2018 · 91
| |. .N. .| |
Skyler M Oct 2018
I tried so hard to fly,
I tried so hard to walk,
These grounds where the pebbles lay,
Where the glass sticks into my feet,
Like the sand that covers my feet,
Infecting the multiplying wounds,
But I've kept walking.

I don't know how I've made it this far,
But here's to my home and to my family,
And to my friends who stayed when they could,
I trust that this home I've lived will keep me disclosed,
As a neon embroidered gravestone is never what I want,
Play me a song, won't you play me a song?

I'm sick and tired of questioning myself,
Am I enough? Am I purposeful?
It's the bigger picture that I'm worried about,
Never the minute details and happiness,
I'd change if I could but I've wanted something big,
For so many years and to change would be groundbreaking in my head,
Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat the day.

The night, the light come on inside my head,
Like a porch with little children,
Forcing me out and making me think about,
How it has to be this way,
And how I have to be this dreamer,
In order to pass in order to survive,
yet at this point....what is it really like to survive?
When help always seems to far away,
So far that it hangs in front of my face like a dog to a bone.

In ever aspect of life,
In the aspect of life itself,
Living and breathing seems like a goal,
An achievement that I cannot reach,
I failed to live for you and that's the truth,
I'm sorry, oh god I'm sorry, when there's no path I was supposed to have made.
Cant keep going, can't keep going.
If I pray to God, will he answer when I'm finally gone?
In this dreamlike state, if feels like hell,
The tightness of my chest, the dryness of my tongue, and the twisting in my gut.

I never want to make you cry,
I never want to hurt you,
I never want to stray away like I've been doing,
And everyone asks "what will you do with him?"
"How will you get him out of his own hole now?"
Well but, I'll get rid of those questions for you,
I'll rid the stress of knowing I fail,
That I'll repeat a fight or an argument,
It's unfair, I know it's unfair,
Just believe me when I say that I am not nor never okay.
It's a front, so I don't have to confront your eyes when you say,
All these things that I care about and what do you mean when you say I'm selfish for even thinking so?

And the words in your hands,
Speak to me like a poem,
I'm captivated and interested from the moment you begin,
The lessons you've taught me,
The joys you've made me feel,
I'd stay alive for you, I'd stay alive for your stories,
But things are so far away now and the torment they've put your through deters you from home,
You've made mistakes and maybe I'm one of them,
Though I know you care and that you want me to learn all of the things you've been given,
You know me better than anyone I've ever know,
So please, don't forget me and do forgive me.

My little drama queens,
You walk with a confidence that I cannot describe,
How you both stay so strong and the happiness you envelope,
I wish I understood, though it might be youth, I hope you never change,
My love for your pride in yourself exceeds any other brother alive,
Know that I care, So know that I care.

Friends,
All my wonderful ones, the ones who left, the ones I had to leave behind,
You're all meaningful, I gave each of you a piece of my heart,
Just to remember and know that I learned,
That I learned that I can be worthy,
That I don't have to stagnant,
Standing still, I have to say, cause I don't want dominoes on my hands,
You are worth it,
When my ship goes down,
You climb up,
I'm sorry, so very sorry.

So I'm gonna say,
It's tonight's crime that may bring light to things I've never said,
To things I've called unworthy, like myself.
"How could he go if he's got everything?"
Well In my head, the friends that I've lost,
and the things I've been through saturates the negative,
I'm just a kid and I've got nothing to bring into the light of my head.

I don't know how I've made it this far,
But here's to my home and to my family,
And to my friends who stayed when they could,
I trust that this home I've lived will keep me disclosed,
As a neon embroidered gravestone is never what I want,
Play me a song, won't you play me a song?
Oct 2018 · 673
Before I Say Goodbye
Skyler M Oct 2018
How many times will my name be called within one day?
From the depths of my conscious to the outermost membrane,
It's a situation I cannot just walk away from,
And the insinuation that I'll give up only in my dreams,
Just makes me want to go even more,
For you believe I'm not me,
For you believe that I'm a liar and a manipulator.

If I'm just that fake I might as well go,
Leave my stuff here before I sink further,
And the temptation to bury myself in toxic waters is great,
Nothing you've ever felt will compare to the hurt,
In my chest and in my cords,
So take my hand before I say goodbye.
Before I say goodbye.

Spend some time with me,
Sit with me and laugh out the fears,
The fears that life has no point and I have no purpose,
It must be tonight and If He was real then I'd use that as my pedestal,
I wouldn't care if I was called fake cause if It keeps me awake then so be it,
Spit out your truths; do you believe I will make it in life?
I'm tired of being told I cannot,
That I cannot start this life off or make it with the dreams that I have.

If I'm just that fake I might as well go,
Leave my stuff here before I sink further,
And the temptation to bury myself in toxic waters is great,
Nothing you've ever felt will compare to the hurt,
In my chest and in my cords,
So take my hand before I say goodbye.
Before I say goodbye.

And the poison on my wrist,
Seeps out once again and into the air it dissipates into gas,
Enough for me to inhale and drink,
Drink until the world is fuzzy and grey,
Don't care, Don't care,
It's this pointless verb of dying that won't carry me on,
Don't care, Don't care,
Just believe in me, Just believe in me.

If I'm just that fake I might as well go,
Leave my stuff here before I sink further,
And the temptation to bury myself in toxic waters is great,
Nothing you've ever felt will compare to the hurt,
In my chest and in my cords,
So take my hand before I say goodbye.
Before I say goodbye.

Oh and before I say goodbye,
Place a rose in my hands,
With the name I was given but not the name I received,
***** you if you think I'm not me,
***** you if you think that this is manipulation,
Do you realize how much I drown in your hate?
I want to thrive and I want to strive for more and more,
It's just before I say goodbye,
I'll be watching for a way to survive,
You wrought hope and said I'd be living mediocre,
Did you realize that I don't care?
It's something I need before I say goodbye,
Before I say goodbye.
Before I say goodbye.
Before I say goodbye.
Oct 2018 · 174
Hope of a Generation X
Skyler M Oct 2018
I need a peek,
A sneaking glance into the future,
To see what and who I become,
If I'm even alive at that point,
Now I have to admit that I know I'll be seeing darkness.

Yet I still retain a fraction of hope,
That my mind,
That my efforts will prove worth it and I'll gain purpose,
Purpose to move forward without a thought of death and regret.

A kid like me,
Well why shouldn't I be hopeful?
I've got many years to live,
Many years to change,
The only problem is that the years are long,
Then the winters will follow and I'll descend,
And the fear of all the years,
How many years will I have to go before I stop that?

Yet I still retain a fraction of hope,
That my mind,
That my efforts will prove worth it and I'll gain purpose,
Purpose to move forward without a thought of death and regret.
Oct 2018 · 384
Alternative Thoughts
Skyler M Oct 2018
Vertical, horizontal,
Pen that escapes my mind,
Bring back bones that I meant to burn,
Bring back the energy that kept me alive,
Where will they go from me.

Alternative thoughts mold into a voice,
Chasms call for a parents help,
When all they ever do is deny,
Their kid needs to be perfect and perfect they'll be,
If the time changes and your brain shifts them slowly.

If purpose if all I look for is my mind really trying to find it?
It's hard to think that when the water is black when it's supposed to be blue,
I promised that I'd be happier, that I'd live for them,
But I can't when I'm trying to figure myself and my own voice out,
Easy to call me selfish cause It's all you can really see,
Then take a look into my poison cups and see,
What I've been introspecting and inspecting inside of my head.

Alternative thoughts mold into a voice,
Chasms call for a parents help,
When all they ever do is deny,
Their kid needs to be perfect and perfect they'll be,
If the time changes and your brain shifts them slowly.
Oct 2018 · 523
Clay Creations Hold Onto Me
Skyler M Oct 2018
My friend gave me her pottery creation,
A beautiful rainbow cup to hold all my fantastical paradises,
Only so long until I realized that it held all my nightmares,
And the cup was designed to cut my lips as I sipped it's contents,
I was too young to understand, too young to know.

When years later all my walls came crumbling down,
Then the river flooded my town,
My imagination,
My creativity,
My will to fight,
And all my emotions I had hoped to keep,
Washed away within years of living alone inside her home.

I promised myself that I'd never let myself go that deep,
At this point when all my emotions get washed away,
If I had someone like her- I'd break myself back down,
I was strong then and then there's now, where I'm more so,
There was no rules or pay to fly back then but I never understood that,
Not in her grasp.

When years later all my walls came crumbling down,
Then the river flooded my town,
My imagination,
My creativity,
My will to fight,
And all my emotions I had hoped to keep,
Washed away within years of living alone inside her home.

The cup kept on cutting my lips,
Even after the aftermath of devastation she wrought onto me,
Colorful clay crumbling into razor blades,
Stop this now, please stop this now,
Nightly fights to stay home and brood into red stained papers,
I was too young, much too young to understand the capacity of my anger.

But I'm here now,
I see her time and time again,
Her eyes are brighter and she seems better,
I don't hate her but I most certainly should,
When my bones shiver in the past,
I become 10 years old once again,
Fearing for myself and the cold,
Scared beyond belief,
I don't trust anyone not even the ones closest to me,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I keep pushing you away,
Bleed into my home and heal me again.

When years later all my walls came crumbling down,
Then the river flooded my town,
My imagination,
My creativity,
My will to fight,
And all my emotions I had hoped to keep,
Washed away within years of living alone inside her home.
Oct 2018 · 54
Safety In Numbers
Skyler M Oct 2018
Unfold me from under blankets,
I feel safe there,
Where my eyes see nothing but the reflection of the light from the window,
And I'll you when I'm feeling less frightened,
I'll tell you what's bold and what's italicized.
Around my bed are the words of encouragement and possibly death,
I can hardly hear them from under the covers.

The only profound thing I see is the reflection of my glass eyes,
Glossing over with fog that seems to be bold.
Spider web crack in the corners that appear to be italics,
So much water streaming downwards to blind me,
Intense words call my name through song and strong people,
Keep the covers over my head, don't let the crimes inside cause I'm ashamed.
Oct 2018 · 219
Approval(?)
Skyler M Oct 2018
I can't hide this much longer,
Can't hold back a lie of a hobby,
I deny something more than that,
When a song inspires me to survive,
I know I must continue to make that song,
Whether I die making it,
Or I show the world what I'm introspecting about.

I hope she won't put me down,
I hope she won't stay silent,
But I don't know what she could say,
I hope she does her best to tell me that I can do it.
But that's the biggest question that hangs in the air,
Can I do it?

Sing into, my heart feels full and I've done something,
All I can do is give myself this,
At this point things are dropping so fast,
I can't tell whether or not I'll be gone,
Without the lyrics moving my mouth into song,
I know I can't continue on.

I hope she won't put me down,
I hope she won't stay silent,
But I don't know what she could say,
I hope she does her best to tell me that I can do it.
But that's the biggest question that hangs in the air,
Can I do it?
Oct 2018 · 79
The Devil's Subway Train
Skyler M Oct 2018
Im on a subway train,
It's dimly lit and I'm the only soul,
Some would call it the Devil's train,
But as far as I can tell It's been nice.

My hands are cold and so is my nose,
Time slows down I'm suddenly not alone,
His eyes glow yellow and nails grow sharp,
He threatens me to stay seated,
I cannot take my eyes off of the man,
I cannot see his face, is this my death?

He's stepping to me,
A green and black wool hoodie and tight black jeans,
I know who this is and I'm afraid,
He pulls something out of his pocket,
A torch, the fire is there and somehow lit,
Handing it to me, he steps off of the moving train.
I then realize that I can die- open and inviting me.

Tempted, I lean over the edge and try,
Failing, I end up back on the seat I was sitting on,
Glancing down at the torch on the dirtied ground,
I try to make it brighter but it doesn't seem to work,
Then I realize the purpose of this torch,
It flickers in recognition and glows brighter.

I'm ready to move on,
The train slows to a stop and a road sits outside the doors,
So I take this as a sign to get out and move,
Trekking down the path with a blazing torch that's my own.
Oct 2018 · 96
Watch Me, I'll Grow
Skyler M Oct 2018
Watch me,
I dare you,
Watch me grow.
You told me I'll never do so,
I'm paving my own road,
From the road that was cracked and beaten,
Into one of fresh cement,
Watch me,
I dare you,
Watch me grow,
I'll become better than anything you've ever known,
I'll break you down and tell you off,
The power in my hands will **** your inspiration in me.
Oct 2018 · 137
E.T.HS
Skyler M Oct 2018
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
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?
Oct 2018 · 84
Where Are You Now?
Skyler M Oct 2018
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 ?
Oct 2018 · 160
Haunting Frost
Skyler M Oct 2018
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.
Oct 2018 · 91
Eyes inside Eyelids
Skyler M Oct 2018
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.
Oct 2018 · 74
Warm Winter Wandering
Skyler M Oct 2018
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.
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