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Skyler M Dec 2017
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reaching,
grasping,
nothing,
purpose?
existence?

falling,
crying­,
cradling,
future?
ability?

sleepless,
tiring,
faltering,
slits­?

now.
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 May 2018
Right here, in this place,
I will see the things I have to face,
Signing off my lungs to breath deep,
With pen in hand my thoughts will seep,
Forgetting that a cloud will take what I made,
Facing the feeling I feel under the shade.

Is it too late to say that I'd walk you home on a late autumn night,
When the moon is the only light,
Hand in yours so you don't feel so afraid,
Maybe sing you things I made.

Regret crosses my mind,
You're so far yet so near and I can't rewind,
Can't see if there's another way,
I'm just so afraid of what you'll say.

Walk up to your porch and hug you goodbye,
The words at my tongue seem to multiply,
I just want to be truthful but I can't with you here,
I can't let you overhear.

Laying in the warmth of my bed,
Imagining these images with dread,
Am I bad for feeling so down about nothing?
Skyler M Nov 2018
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Skyler M Dec 2017
It's almost 2 and I'm looping my thoughts,
Repeated, Reiterated, Reoccurred, Dilated.
Sunken through air and ethereal steel,
I'm pleading for a meal,
To satiate my hunger,
For my eternal grave.

It's 2:00 and I'm finding no answers,
Within my brain,
Scanned, Manned, Retrospectively planned.
And I can't see myself reaping the weak,
yet I imagine myself holding a gun up to my head.
I'm pleading for His touch,
As an unbeliever, heretic, a deceiver,
Strike me down, God, now.
Send me down to my eternal slumber.

It's 3:00 and I'm back at this again,
Racking my brain,
My fretting, betting, setting off,
bomb-like migraines,
Reheat it again and I can see through the forestry greens,
I'm dead, I was already from the start.
So what's the point of lifting my head and making a sound?
I'm on trial as it stands,
Strike me down, God, now.
Send me down to my eternal grave.
Skyler M Jun 2018
Footsteps along my ceiling,
Cracking open the door at four,
Raindrops knock at the window,
A strange mellow feeling washing over me, you, us.

Follow the set of footprints,
Through the salmon corridors,
I hope they won't end at the ledge,
Seek out their destination for me, you, us.

Carrying on despite the calm,
Call me now before I leave,
Slip on a coat and see me,
I can visualize the footprints for me, you, us.

Through the streets now,
Lights fading colors in my eyes,
Cobble streets keep me on my feet,
Can you give directions to me, you, us.

Destination becomes thoughtless.
Sit down in the street and stare,
Raindrops pattering at my feet,
Begging me to keep on going for me, you, us.

I'm sorry, stranger, I don't love you.
I'm sorry, little grass blade, I don't need you.
I'm sorry, street light, stay a little longer.
For me, you, and us.
Skyler M Feb 2018
I'm confronting myself at 5:30 A.M.,
Haven't slept a wink but I have to start my day soon,
Bordering anger I look at myself in the pouring rain,
I'll ask myself, "Where have you gone, why aren't you helping me?"

I watch myself sit down, myself won't speak and I can't control him.
He doesn't want to stand anymore and his hands are shaking.
His emotions are out the door, no more.

His eyes flash violent urges,
When the night unfurls it’s grasp,
I can see he want to tell me all the things,
But he can’t find the words so I look to his hands and they’re gone, he wants to scream but he can’t so he leaves his head on the floor.

I watch myself sit down, myself won't speak and I can't control him.
He doesn't want to stand anymore and his hands are shaking.
His emotions are out the door, no more.
Skyler M Sep 2018
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It feels weird to be alone,
With nobody else in my home,
Can you see the scarecrows,
Lining up to take my gold,
Their greedy, beady little eyes stare through me,
And into the treasure behind me.
With every ounce of my being,
I know I cannot let them get to the pile,
Of all the things I cherish,
I cherish the gold the most,
So don't doubt me when I say that you mean so, so much to me.
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The scarecrows taunt me,
Saying that things will always go wrong,
I can't trust anything that enters my head,
Even my own voice,
So I'm sorry if those scarecrows start to scare you,
Cause they scare me too,
And I don't want to lose you to their vice-like grips,
When the sun begins to set,
The shadows in the corners of my room grow,
Then their eyes begin to glow and teeth grow long,
Somehow they sneak past me as I'm paralyzed in fear,
The voices sink into my treasure,
Tearing it apart one by one,
What do I do?
My eyes have fallen out of my sockets,
I'm doubting everyone I've ever known,
I remember there's a gun in the room next to mine.
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The sun rises and I'm awake again,
Shadows gone along with the scarecrows,
My treasure is intact, but where did my head go?
I don't miss you and I don't care,
This isn't right,
And I realize that the scarecrows never touched the treasure,
but ripped through my body like fresh meat,
Eating through my core while hissing doubts into my veins,
I'm sorry, God I'm so sorry.
Find me and I'll love you again.
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A
Skyler M Oct 2017
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A folder for all my thoughts,
A cabinet for all my characters,
A desk for all the lies,
A room for all my antics,
And another for my demons.

A back up against the wall,
A foot kicking through the door,
A hand reaching through your chest,
A face layering yours.

A death with every right to be alive,
A life with every right to be dead,
A animal with hands of hooves and hooves of hands,
A spider with gloves spun of gold.
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?
Skyler M Oct 2017
An icy chill fills the room
Memories will start to fade
I'm with Pandora's box
Should I leave or should I grieve?

Memories will start to fade
I'm panicking now, as usual
Judging me for what and not who I am
It's choking my heart

I'm panicking now, as usual
My chest convulses so I cannot breat
It's choking my heart
Starts with an A ends with a whY?
Skyler M Feb 2018
A night in the forest has been due for some time,
All those internal urges to scream and cry,
The times I wanted to dig a hold and die,
So I can tell you that a night in the woods would do me good.

A night in the woods would give me closure,
I don't have to feel the emotions that run down my spine,
Finding a shovel would be impossible in the ebony night,
This I why I say that a night in the forest is required.

But even a night in the woods would tear me down,
My eyes cannot see what is in front of me,
In the darkness of the forest I could fall into one of those holes,
Maybe a night in the forest isn't worth it.
Skyler M Aug 2018
Let's get our get up on,
Smother confidence on our cheap, black kicks,
Nobody cares that we're there,
But yet I can feel every eye on me.

We're all kids,
In a night to forget,
Cause I was in the bathroom the entire time,
Sorry, to all my friends,
I didn't have a date and anxiety ******* hates me.

Girls and boys at the speakers,
Think that they are hot ****,
Singing along to a song I never could forget,
I'm a cliche in itself,
Don't try and change my mind,
Cause everyone hates me, I know.

We're all kids,
In a night to forget,
Cause I was in the bathroom the entire time,
Sorry to all my friends,
I didn't cave a date and anxiety ******* hates me.

Sorry to all my friends,
I should've gone alone,
I should've stayed home.
Skyler M Mar 29
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 Apr 12
I address a lot of people,
And a lot of strangers,
To them I tell stories about a promised world,
Yet I never reveal the secret of it all,
Cause I don't really know, myself.

Whether it's heaven or something we make,
I just want the peace of mind that I'm not alone in this,
Hard to speak your mind when your mind is clogged up.

I'm trying to figure it out- what's the purpose of it all?
But I've noticed that the purpose becomes worthless when you compare yourself,
If the drawings in my notebook were ever to be sold, I would make not a cent because- as I'm told by my head- everyone's better than me,
So let the purpose be worthless and pave your own world,
The path has never been set, you're walking a grassy road that hasn't been trodden just yet.

Whether it's heaven or something we make,
I just want the peace of mind that I'm not alone in this,
Hard to speak when your mind is clogged up.
Skyler M Apr 2018
we're all afraid,
So afraid,
Of blank pages,
and empty promises.

we're all afraid,
So afraid,
Of burning trees,
and what we see.

we're all afraid,
So afraid,
Of sudden changes,
and futures mangled.

we're all afraid,
So afraid,
Denying is proof,
and I won't take it back.
Skyler M Feb 2018
I made my stand,
Against my soul,
Who was looking down at the sea,
From head to toes, it believes it's unworthy,
A body of shame and mismatch.

I made my stand,
Against my soul,
Who looked up at me with a somber smile,
I knew it's plans to leap off the ledge,
But I hold it's hand and carry it back into the forest.

I made my stand,
Against my soul,
Who seemed to ponder why I was doing this,
I had to see if it could be who it needed itself to be,
Who's body was no who it needed to be.

I made my stand,
Against my soul,
Who saw what I was doing and cried of joy,
My hands once black, turned to green.
Who I needed to be was in front of me.

I made my stand,
Against my soul,
Who smiled and held my hand,
As we walked above the sea to the island.
Skyler M Mar 2018
I saw him at the gates,
Wondered why he would forsake,
Time slows down and I'm running,
Running for my life.
He's climbing over,
Gun in hand.
God, oh why God have you forsaken us?

Bang Bang, down goes my friends,
Bang Bang, down goes the educators,
Bang Bang, down at my feet.

Is this where my life ends?
I'm just only seventeen,
Where will I go when I die?
He's coming for us all,
Ak-47 in his hands.
God, oh why God have you forsaken us?

Bang Bang, down goes my friends,
Bang Bang, down goes the educators,
Bang Bang, down at my feet.

He's at the door.
Am I no more?
I can't see my own two hands.
Tears on my face.
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God?
I think it's pretty clear what this is trying to portray. As someone who is a year younger than the character, I can tell you that this is a huge fear when I walk to school everyday. I could die. It's a fact...but...what I'm scared of is the gun. not the man.
Skyler M Feb 2018
All she can see are the black clouds,
The rolling thunder,
The falling rain,
All she'll ever know is how to lose to a landslide,
The shifting mud,
The ***** sand,
All I'll ever know is that I wasn't good enough
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.
Skyler M Mar 2018
Burn my bones and burn my skin,
Burn the holy cross at my feet,
Gather all the roses and purge me of my sin,
With thorns upon my ankles won't you save me now?
With every moment ticking,
I remember that I want to die and sing.
Burn my voice and burn my lungs,
Burn the holy dirt at my feet,
Gather all the thorns and place them on the throne,
With knives inside my head, I plead for mercy.
I don't believe.
Im sorry.
I just don't believe.
No matter how much I want to.
Skyler M Sep 17
Standing on the bridge, we are.
Your hand interlocked with mine,
Nearly a year has gone by and I only fall more every day,
I can't help but think about taking an arrow to my knee,
Just so I can tell you what this really means to me,
What you truly mean to me.

I've been backed up against the wall,
And there's been times where I've witnessed innocent killings,
Then again I watch my false father stare at me,
I didn't know what to do with my ******* life.

Then on that bridge,
Your hands interlocked in mine,
There's no backing out as I stare,
Your eyes appear grey but are more alike to a kaleidoscope to me,
And I can't wait to take an arrow to my knee,
Just to see that you truly know your worth in life,
As what I am worth in life.

I can't wait to take an arrow to my knee,
And step down with a heart in my hand,
You're my life goal and accomplishment,
My best friend and my dearest supporter,
Won't you fight for a better life with me,
Cause I'll fight for you and you'll fight for me.
Skyler M Oct 2017
This is my time
my life is flashing before my eyes
I've realized this is the end
And I will kiss all of them goodbye

The voices never left my head
My breakfast consists of pills and death
death of my own unique self
And I will kiss all of them goodbye

Could I ever pull the plug
I'm to much of a coward
Don't have to spell it out
And I will kiss all of them goodbye

It reeks of boredom
The four walls I've caged myself into
And the demon I nurtured
Is coming life
And I will kiss all of them goodbye
Skyler M Jan 2018
I woke up early today,
Altered my face to make believe,
That I'm totally okay.

The day flies by,
I'm doing fine,
Until night arrives,
My fears are discovered.

So I fall through the bed,
Melting into doubt and love,
Pretending I'm anywhere but here.
Skyler M Dec 2017
Fields of apathy,
In which I'm living in.
A grass of faded red,
My soles walk onto.

Everything feels so fake,
My eyes get bored of this.
Reaching for the counterfeit,
Sitting across the table from me.

Threatening my seclusion,
he doesn't move his mouth.
His eyes are painted red,
A symbol of my reimagination.

It rushes onto,
Onto the carved door.
On the floor.
In front of the animals,
That ravaged my,
own wrists.

**** it,
Rock it back and forth,
Maybe I'll get out of this earth.
**** it,
Rock myself back and forth,
on the floor again.

I can't see myself in the mirror,
I'm drowning in conclusions.
I have made, for myself,
An unconscious lie.
Skyler M Oct 22
Appreciate,
The letters behind your eyes,
Which scribe each and every line,
That you lean on all the time.

Appreciate,
Whatever you've got left,
That's got you smiling,
If if it's got you living another day.

Appreciate,
Your every bite of food,
Which keeps you content,
Even if it's never enough.

Appreciate,
Your life is equivalent to mine and the rest of the human race,
Pretending the smile might be the way,
But I promise that you can live another day.
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?
Skyler M Mar 2018
I don't know why I thought you'd care,
You don't make an effort to try and help me up off the ground,
Keeping your head inside your own inflicted heart,
Creatures sing in tongues around your head.

Describe yourself to me,
Maybe I'll understand tomorrow,
You don't know my brain,
So why do you even try?

Stretching for an answer from me,
Focusing on the words but never the lines in the middle,
What a shame that I might be failing, but don't you see I'm also falling?

Describe yourself to me,
Hush my selfish words,
Pretending to know my brain,
When you've never checked inside.
Skyler M Sep 2018
How many times do I have to die,
To feel like I fit inside my skin?
The times tend to fly on by,
Over years and years,
Along with symphonies of unfamiliar faces,
They pass by my ink-stained hands.

Forgive me if I don't remember you,
It's been so long and those years that I met you,
My eyes where blinded by the rage and fear,
Something everyone knows of once in their life.

I had fallen further than ever before,
No amount of hope could've brought me home,
Do you see the burn marks,
On my red-singed clothes?

A new perspective and I love it here,
People remember me somehow and I need to say hello,
The road doesn't seem as cracked as before,
Ripped up the dead body and said goodbye to toxic memories,
You inspire me to keep on living.

Forgive me if I don't remember you,
It's been so long and those years that I met you,
My eyes where blinded by the rage and fear,
Something everyone knows of once in their life.
Skyler M Dec 2017
leading me astray,
from the path that I had made,
Sinking further with every breath,
I can feel my death.

I write these words with nowhere to go,
Writing for not just the show,
but the hope to get out alive,
the hope that maybe I can thrive.
Skyler M Oct 2017
The kitchen sink calls away
Can you understand?
The curtains have gone gray
Can you understand?
Furniture ebbing into the stray
Can you understand?
A tipped over ashtray
Can you hear me?
Leading the dog astray
Can you hear the sirens?
The radio is gone, don't betray
Can you hear the reaper
knocking on my door?
Skyler M Feb 2018
I see where I linger
Between the forestry,

My heart beats for his voice,
Between the forestry,

I scream to ask him,
I need to feel my fingertips,

So speak the words I told you to,
But my head won't give in to let me free.

Between the forestry,
I see that he is wounded,

I know that I should leave him alone,
Between the forestry,

But I need my voice to carry on,
And there's no doubting my own cowardliness.

So I go,
Go away,
Far from this place,
So I go,
Away,
Away,
Away...from him.
Skyler M Oct 2017
I outpour
Never will I soar
Only from the core
Then they check through my drawers

Next they rewire
So i'd admire
every second of my own desire

Lastly, I hear the ricochets
through my own airway

I cannot speak
As they call me a freak
Life is looking bleak

Bang Bang?
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.
Skyler M Oct 2017
The woods just keep getting darker,
As I am ever so starker than the invincible Mr. Lake,
And I'll the climb to the top of the branches,
So the moon can shine a little light,
On what is left of my life.

Be concerned,
I might have crossed the line,
I will be disappointing to you.

Get myself together,
Twist the vines as I make my way down,
Back to the wood's underbrush,
And the demons make the ground rumble.

Be concerned,
They will be here for me,
My soul will be theirs.
Skyler M Mar 2018
Bedside blues,
Sitting with no purpose,
Pride doesn’t exist anymore,
You’re left feeling empty inside,
Feeling the urge to hide and fly away.

Bedside blues,
Jacked up on whatever you got your hands on,
Ashamed to look at your worn face in the mirror,
So you sit on the edge of your bed,
Admiring the sky outside your window.

Bedside blues,
Blurry vision prevents you from getting up,
To continue your day would **** you dead,
Pondering how much a gun might cost,
How much would it take to fly away.

Bedside blues,
You don’t mind the abuse,
That lingers on your wrists,
Falling farther while flushing razors,
This is the last time.

Bedside blues,
Welcome home,
To your bedside blues.
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.
Skyler M Jul 2018
My little bundle of joy,
My sweet baby girl,
My loving little pup,
I can't bear to see you get taken away,
Please don't let them,
Take you away.

The word of one person,
Could remove you from my life,
I know you won't understand,
I know you will be okay.

My little bundle of joy,
Your brown eyes and eager little paws haunt my mind,
Don't go,
You've given me something to go outside for,
I care that you are inside too much,
I want you to see everything there is.

My little bundle of joy,
My sweet baby girl,
My loving little pup,
I can't bear to see you get taken away,
Please don't let them,
Take you away.
Skyler M Sep 13
Bench on the path,
He sits in the middle of the woods
Covered in the prints of time,
He’s withstood howls of anger,
And cries of anguish,
In the middle of the woods.

Bruises and cuts were tended to,
As were disconnected friends,
Two lovers brought closer,
And a father with his child.

Bench on the path,
He’s still in the middle of the woods,
Brimming with memories of animals,
The ones who died,
and the ones who fled,
In the middle of the woods.
Skyler M Jan 2018
I'm breathing in this oxygen,
Getting high on letter knives,
Faking smiles and happiness.

They think I'm a goner,
Never getting back onto dry land,
I'm lost in this ******* sea,
So, yeah, I agree.

It can feel like the world will end,
When everything's not at my fingertips,
I've got life to live ahead,
and I won't be taking it for granted.

They think I'm a goner,
Never getting back onto dry land,
I'm lost in this ******* sea,
So, yeah, I agree.
Skyler M Oct 2017
Blame me,
For the knife stuck in your throat.

Blame me,
For the moths blocking the light.

Blame me ,
For the drugs in your system.

Blame me,
For the grave you dug.
Skyler M Feb 21
People manage to fall in love,
With a cloak in their hand,
Woven of human words and perfectly invisible,
It's a sacrifice of their lives,
Though not always a bad one,
It's got me wondering.

How do you give your heart away,
How do you hastily fall for nothing and everything at once,
How do you see His love inside your soul enough to return it?

I'm blasphemous,
Riding the silver lining and hoping He's more than just fiction,
Yet shooting the father, the son, and the holy spirit with no shame,
I'm sorry that I'm not sorry at all,
Through the darkest times,
I believed the most.

How do you give your heart away,
How do you hastily fall for nothing and everything at once,
How do you see His love inside your soul enough to return it?
Skyler M Sep 2018
Call my name in the murky water,
Hold still and let me go,
Tonight, the tide is rising,
I'm beginning to fear the changing,
Although, I know, everything will be alright,
Follow me inside so that I don't have to be alone,
I'm submerged and drowning,
Whisper secrets in my ear,
Listen to me tell my stories.

The house is under the water?
What do I do now?
Mama, help me, oh please,
Get rid of all these catastrophes.

I'm running and gasping for breath,
Asthma embedded in my lungs,
Dead ends and cobwebs line these soaked halls,
Well, if nothing really matters than why am I still beside you?
Despite, the pressure on my chest,
And the waves, they somehow reach me from miles under the surface.

The house is under the water?
What do I do now?
Mama, help me, oh please,
Get rid of all these catastrophes.

Pushing for more, I don't want to hate my life forevermore,
Give me an arm or a heart to hold onto, my dearest.
Skyler M Feb 11
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 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?
Skyler M Feb 2018
Feeling like making something but you can't come up with anything at all.
Your brain is going haywire to find something to do,
Creativity has lost it's capabilities and you're rehabilitated,
Time goes so much slower and the clock is moving on it's own dime,
Feels like you could drown yourself in blank white walls and stale chips.

Boredom is the word you know and hate,
Thinking of simpler times,
When you could find fun in a rock by the creek.
Boredom is the word you know and hate.

Wishing that you had a gun to shoot up the toilet for a good time,
You've got cobwebs in your brain hole and you're not feeling up to ****,
Instead you'll just sit on the floor and melodramatically cry,

Boredom is the word you know and hate,
Thinking of simpler times,
When you could find fun in a rock by the creek.
Boredom is the word you know and hate.
Skyler M Jan 2018
I don't believe in God,
You don't believe in luck,
He won't believe in us,
People's lives are broken,

Bow your head in prayer,
They're holding the gun up against your head,
Please tell me, where will you go?

I don't believe in God,
You don't believe in me,
He won't believe in us,
People's hearts are broken,

Run with the sheep in men skin,
Wolves are catching up to finish what they started,
Please tell me, who will you be?

I don't believe in God,
You don't believe in them,
He won't believe in us,
People's homes are broken.
Where do I want my hands,
These detached brainteasers.

Inside my closet?
Or under my desk?
Skyler M May 6
When the world came crashing down,
Your shoulders were breaking out of this town.

Your skin doesn't stick together like it used to when you were young,
Watching the spiders as they are strung,
From the wall you're a nobody's girl,
I'm here to hold you as you hurl,
The catastrophes your eyes have taken,
and if I'm not mistaken,
you're in love with me,
I swear I won't flee.

Keep your demons close,
Taking all of those blows,
I don't know how you do it,
I'd have quit and had a fit,
You're nothing but a husk,
Waiting for dusk to break fake fallacies,

I said that, "I wanna see you happy"
Well, let's not get too sappy,
Otherwise I just might cry,
You're no stranger to asking why,
I'm a mama's boy you're just a broken toy,
but you're gonna wanna stick with me,
I'll show you every tree by the sea,
I'll reveal what the hell they mean by smile,
I never wanna see you on an Isle alone.
Skyler M Mar 1
Breathing inspires thinking,
A breathless man is passionless,
Open up those eyes and look at fear,
For fear wants you to see,
That it's the only thing standing in your way.

Make your excuses,
But once you open your mouth,
You'll find you can yell so loud,
That maybe even space could hear you.

I don't mind if you're stuck in the room,
I was stuck there too and it's up to you,
To find a way out of it's damage,
Fear will crumble over you and,
ensnare you until you breathe again.

Find a way to breathe,
Find a way to breathe.

Below your eyelids is a color,
A color that inspires feeling,
And a feeling will sing something foreign yet inviting,
So take it out and crush them into your palms,
Live again,
Do it and breathe again.
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