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Skyler M Feb 2019
Hidden under doorways,
Is memories we store away,
To continue superficial lives,
Living on whatever buys.

Understandable in the least,
Staying alive is a whole other beast though,
There's nothing to sell to cure cravings,
As we crave it more we continue pavings.

Cleverly hidden paintings,
Try and to keep me under faintings,
As a solution to solve all feeling,
It always leaves me reeling.

You don't know what it's like,
To live every part of life,
To keep on dying and retrying,
Until we deform only to reform.

Sell all your fallacies,
To make up for your valuables,
Inside of every mind is something worth finding,
Dreams inside of dreams keep me clean.
Skyler M Mar 2020
It's happened once again,
A single fragile moment,
In time this is insignificant,
In me this is a supernova.

Won't you leave me now,
I don't want your smile on my wall,
This world doesn't know you,
But I can't know you,
When you bring my towers crumbling down.

What if I told the war,
That they were safe and that's it's over,
I think they'd come out of hiding,
Maybe even get gunned down by my hands,
Red-handed, sociopath, dread.

I really love you,
Take time out of my day to remind you,
Yet I still despise the way I mourn,
For something that hasn't even died.
Skyler M Apr 2020
“I like you....say it back”
Sweet a Tooth by Cavetown
Skyler M Feb 2018
Take me down,
Into my grave,
Sing me to sleep,
And give me prayers,
To call myself home,
But he won't hear his name,
Being called from my grave,
So I kneel and weep,

So, Take me down,
To the sea,
In a watery grave,
I will lay,
As you feed me tales,
Of his everlasting love,
I called his name,
But he's not home,
So I kneel and weep,
Under the sea.

Take me down,
Into the forest,
Where time stand still,
I will stay, standing quietly,
Listening for his voice,
Among the trees,
And I call my name,
Through the trees,
But I am silent.

Take me down,
To the sand,
Let me see where I am free,
So I follow the footprints in the sand,
Because my lights are fading fast,
I don't need, his breath to stay,
In order for me to stay alive,
I slam the door and fall to the floor,
Calling his name.
Skyler M Sep 2018
we're all afraid,
So afraid,
Of blank pages,
and empty promises.

Take me home,
Take me home now.

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

I need to go home,
Please let me go home.

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

My hair's matted and my hands burnt,
I just need to go home right now.

we're all afraid,
So afraid,
Denying is proof,
and I won't take it back.

Take me home.
Take me home.
Take me home.
Skyler M Sep 2021
Minutes to hours,
Hours to days,
Pathetic decay,
My skin I flay,
Just to make pay,
On this bed I lay,
As a sinner, as a stray.

Days to weeks,
Weeks turn months,
I'm done trying to rhyme,
I'm so tired of this sick mind,
Nothing ever feels like it's mine,
I'm a coward hiding under the sheets,
Monsters come and sit with me on my bed,
Watching as I sink further into a tantalizing plan.

Pathetic boy,
Skin I destroy,
Faking joy,
This is my ploy,
As a sinner, as a void.
Skyler M Aug 2018
Aching from the outside into the inside,
Don't know where most of the wounds came from,
Though I do know that I can't stand the sight of them all.

Every single thing,
Brings back memories,
Memories I don't want to remember.

Call me a teenager,
I'm making a fool out of myself,
If I told you the things I loved,
You wouldn't care,
But if I tell you the things I hate,
I'm so selfish for talking about them.

Every single thing,
Brings back memories,
Memories I don't want to remember.

Scars on my arm,
If it's romantic or edgy,
That's up to you to choose,
I can't wait to get older,
Maybe I'll get taken seriously,
I try my best to look natural,
You still put me down.

Every single thing,
Brings back memories,
Memories I don't want to remember.

I guess, this is who I am,
And I need to remind myself of that,
But you don't like me,
You think you know my head,
You think you know my struggles,
Well I'd like you to leave.
Skyler M Mar 2020
Shuffle the deck,
Wake up in glass,
Cut up your neck,
I think I’ll pass.

The story you unfold onto my eyes,
I would believe you if you didn’t choke up,
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not all lies,
But **** you like to pretend I just woke up.

I swear that you knew,
****** my words into submission,
I’m sorry I’m not dead like you,
I only wanna get paid for the commission.

Shuffle the deck,
Wake up in glass,
Cut up your neck,
I think I’ll pass.

Gun to the back of my head,
Do it yourself if you’re so friendly,
Guilty that you’re not fed,
Begging endless, “tend to me.”

“Tend to me.”
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 Jan 2018
Swirling galaxies and childhood realities,
Falling stars and midnight scars,
Rising dawn and futures redrawn,
Rain comes and teenage bums.

Rockets failing and children wailing,
Planets surround and youth uncrowned,
Moonlight noses and he overdoses,
Capsizing comets and killer comments.

meteor upcoming and skyscrapers crumbling,
Warm sunshine and she's so benign,
Heaven's heirs and unanswered prayers,
Gas emission and atomic demolition.

Terrified and still, he's alive.
Skyler M Jul 2023
I've been baited into waiting with a bated breath,
Lulled into a fate that's worse than just death,
It calls me on the phone says, "you're so inept."
Culls my fascinations till all my blood is wept.
Skyler M Jun 2023
We’re destined to be digested,
By a beast,
It haunts our neighborhoods,
And talks through our tv screens.

Well we’ll never run fast enough,
We’ll never see the day where it’s fast asleep,
It’ll **** your hopes and dreams to feed on the misery,
It’ll **** your family no matter how you plead.

Closing in,
On the chase,
You better choose,
To Consummate,
Or Congregate,
Oh **** this place!

We’re destined to be digested,
By a beast,
It haunts our neighborhoods,
And talks through our tv screens.

Well we’ll fight till the blood spills,
We’ll find a way to cut its throat,
We’ll fight our way through the beast’s guts,
We’ll find our way back into home.
Skyler M Jan 2018
Been driving for hours,
My hands off the wheel,
Staring at the meteor showers,
The time ticks slowly as I reveal how I feel.

Then I see the night has arrived,
So I’ll grab my map and turn on the lights,
The road begins it’s journey as it suddenly contrived,
Into fear and it just so happens that it might,
Watch me slowly be deprived.

The car slows down at the cliff,
And I’ll look out over the edge,
I see my porcelain body, stiff,
I realize that it had jumped itself off of the ledge.

The car then begins to drive towards the trees,
I find myself in the backseat,
Begging for forgiveness, please,
I know that I alone cannot defeat,
The devil sitting in the front seat.

Aiming for the hole in the ground,
The car begins to swerve,
In the backseat I notice that I am bound,
The ropes are hitting a nerve.

I’m sad because I know at last,
My time has come fade away,
All my time has become a past,
I knew all my edges had fray.

So driving once again,
I drove off of the cliff,
Knowing that I had just committed a sin.
Skyler M Sep 2024
Torn different ways,
A collage of vibrant dreams,
They tear at the seams,
I just cant have everything, only if it pays.

Just find me tonight,
Find me in the midst of blight,
Running into an untouchable light,
Then pull me back and crush my delight.

Just barely meeting average,
Im learning to max out my gage,
Just to feel I've escaped this cage,
Where the bars meet the sky,
The ceiling is there but still I vie,
If I don't break through will I die?

My eternal manager, will I die?
Oh ****, I just might die.
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.
Skyler M Feb 2018
How high must I fly,
To feel like I'm getting by,
Instead I sit and cry,
Up towards the blue sky,
I continue to deny,
Your words silently reply,
But I know I am but a simple guy,
So why would I ever hear your voice nearby?

Tying to be so cold,
So that I don't feel uncontrolled,
I've lost all my gold,
And I've felt my soul already sold,
To the wind, away as foretold.

I scrape by on broken toes,
And ripped up clothes,
I have been froze,
In place, to decompose,
And placed into comatose,
So forgive me if I repose,
Your thoughts, as my foes.

Tying to be so cold,
So that I don't feel uncontrolled,
I've lost all my gold,
And I've felt my soul already sold,
To the wind, away as foretold.
Skyler M Jul 2024
Why do you care for me at all,
When I can barely care for myself,
They say that you can't love someone,
Unless you begin to love yourself,
Then why do I still look for your smile?

Its all this debris that clutters the epicenter,
The point of no return was the moment you looked into my eyes and saw a human worthy of love,
I'd rather you curb stomp my head and take me out,
At least then I don't have to reconcile with the inevitable consequences of being alive.

The feelings are all the same,
Hopelessness, worthlessness, impending doom,
With the context of all that I was,
And all that I have become,
They feel mature these days,
Perhaps more manageable,
but I'd argue that they're worse,
The consequences are only tenfold,
I'm supposed to operate without hitch,
Yet here I am, reiterating the feeling of a fall.

the feeling of the fall

the feeling of the fall

the feeling of the fall

F
A
L
L
.
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Skyler M Jan 2018
The fires in my bathroom won't go out,
I blow and blow but they continue to grow,
My heart is inside the sink,
and my lungs are crawling towards the fire,
My wrist are pouring blood,
I can't escape the demons that chew at my ears,
I feel my stomach rotting away.

The fire continues to flow through the bathroom,
It devours my heart,
Flames my lungs,
Burns over my wrists,
Chases away the demons,
and stops the rotting in my stomach.

I realize now that the fire was never my enemy.
Skyler M Jan 2020
Consume, digest this breed.
A nightly dinner, with some more afterwards,
Slop on the table, as well as on the floor,
***** mouth, followed by caked hooves.

Pig head on it's own,
Cannibal, eat alone,
Counting pounds,
Breathing fumes.
Skyler M Feb 2018
The fork in the road,
Didn't show what I thought it showed,
A divergence in thought, in personality,
Although I thought I'd never change,
I can see that the fork in the road is going to force me to.
Both have good and bad sides,
Both could hurt my soul,
Either way I might not make it out alive.

The fork in the road,
Pretended to know who it was,
Lying and deceiving about it's inner machinations,
So I turned to run the other way,
But the path was blocked so I sat on the ground,
Just to shake and whine.
Skyler M Oct 2017
An ember revives itself with a gust of wind
As does a man who revives himself with her soft touch
The liqueur on his floor is no longer there
Along with the cigarette tray on the maple mantle

The sea now clashes gently with a soothing crash
Instead of tossing the man from his railing
The rats have turn to mice, chattering beneath the floorboards
Now the house creaks in harmony to the dancing in the den

He could've been the once at the bottom of the sea
but the rocks from the cliffs did it for him
The knives in the kitchen could be inside his skin but yet they sit, untouched.
While her lips move softly, he's not listening but waiting.
As if the world would grant him powers to give her everything.

Like the house on the cliff,
Never dying until they did.
Skyler M Jan 2018
And all the kids cried out,
**** us now.
Put the gun to our heads,
**** this game they play.
I’m not meant to be alive.

Take that thought and splatter it across the canvass, shoot the paper with your make believe gun. Ink the paper with your suicide heaven, you’ve got something worth living for and it’s sitting inside your room. It’s you.

And all the kids called out,
Somebody save me,
I’m so worthless,
I need answers,
**** this God above,
I’m not meant to be alive.

Tell your demons that the music in your ears will overpower their beliefs, now dance to the sound of your beating heart, celebrate that sound. Don’t ever let it go.

And all the kids cried out,
**** us now.
Put the gun to our heads,
**** this game they play.
I’m not meant to be alive
Skyler M Oct 2017
The lights across the street are lit but mine is out
I can tell it's much darker than last night's route.
I hang onto the tree limbs and lead bones in the house.

The feeling is that I never wanna leave but the skeletons in the closet say otherwise.
Yelling and perfecting my next, new route.
I plead myself guilty as the man with a knife walks out the room.

The lights across the street are gone now, along with mine.
I could tell it's definitely darker than the other night out.
I hang onto the ashen leaves and grim tones in the shed.
Skyler M Mar 2018
Mr. Lake...hold me.

Mr. Lake...I beg.

Mr. Lake...It's late.

Mr. Lake...Aren't you there?

Mr. Lake...Where's your voice?

Mr. Lake...I need your breath.

Mr. Lake...Don't leave.

Mr. Lake...Are you there?

Mr. Lake...My palms are *****.

Mr. Lake...This is all there is.

Mr. Lake...I can't keep going.

Mr. Lake...Where are you?

Mr. Lake...Set me free.
Skyler M Oct 2017
Time makes it's way out the door,
Hovering over her face,
I can see twilight pulsing inside her eyes,
An ebony night that scares me but pulls me into your heart.

The gears crank and grind,
Sounding out so desperately,
Shouting to become heard,
So I grasp her hand.

Fighting with gravity to not just hold her tight,
I couldn't face letting her leave my embrace,
She, of course, has revived my heart.

The gears crank and grind,
Sounding out so desperately,
Shouting to become heard,
So I grasp her hand.
Skyler M Sep 2018
A little touch of your voice,
A little shiver running down my spine,
A little clock stops the time,
I turn towards your kingdom,
And where it may be, may not be there at all,
Sometimes I feel like I need it there,
So I pretend that I love you and that I need you,
I don't understand why God died,
But I see your face in the many pictures of my childhood.

I'm the only one in my room,
Laying on my bed, alone,
Colder as the night creeps along,
Could I ask the Spirit to save me again?
I need their touch now, right now.

Looking through my old toys,
Finding them to be ripped and grayed,
I've lost my mind through illnesses that I can't control,
The memories attached make me shiver,
I can't remember the last time I ate a meal happily,
Maybe I can find God inside the stuffing of my old teddy bear,
If his heart beats inside than maybe I'll believe,
But I don't see God in all the newest pictures of myself.

I'm the only one in my room,
Laying on my bed, alone,
Colder as the night creeps along,
Could I ask the Spirit to save me again?
I need their touch now, right now.
Skyler M Jan 2018
I need everyone to know,
That I cannot survive this,
Life.
The way I bid my life,
On your beating pulse,
Tears me up inside.
Then some passenger gets inside my car,
But I can't see the face they made,
So I crack open the window,
Letting my soul get swept away.

Scream,
I need,
Somebody to save me.
But the car drives away,
The passenger stole my car.
I'm left in the rain,
My soul trapped in the wind.
I sink to the ground,
My frame continues to fight,
But my mind has given up.

But the shock from the flock,
Flies into my windshield,
So I'm stuck inside my hands,
My pen is melting away.
I'm so afraid.
Of what you really meant to say.

Scream,
I need,
Somebody to save me.
But the car drives away,
The passenger stole my car.
I'm left in the rain,
My soul trapped in the wind.
I sink to the ground,
My frame continues to fight,
But my mind has given up.
Skyler M Feb 2019
Nearly over,
Nearly defeated,
Nearly there,
Or nearly here.

Almost gone,
Almost broken,
Almost shown,
Or almost grown.

Bordering time,
Bordering death,
Bordering blood,
Or bordering ledges.

Now alive,
Now ready,
Now built up,
And now looking up.


The past builds to the present.
Skyler M Oct 2024
Feel free to share,
Even if it's not fair,
Chew on your favorite hare,
What's this little chair?
You'd prefer when I'm bare.

Pocketed your heart,
Begged to start,
I played your part,
The flavor's ****.

You're yourself when you're high,
Rolling your eyes n' letting out a sigh,
Why's your attention all I vie?

Pocketed your heart,
Begged to start,
I played your part,
The flavor's ****.

You'd rather I'd die.

Smoke until I'm not me,
Numb and heavy as I can be,
Don't need my pity party,
Babe, it's me, the phony.

The Phony.
Skyler M Oct 2017
Can you believe in the sea,
As it crashes up against the pleading soldier,
The tender mind can't take it no more,
As the sun comes down,
The beast come out.

The pleading soldier,
Locks away his treasures,
And bury's his own doubt,
Killing his morality.

With guns lighting up the stale air,
The pleading soldier makes his way,
Through enemy lines,
He can't get a shot on the general.

Bombs blow him away,
As the nights becomes the morning,
The fighting finally secedes,
Into the pleading soldier's mind.
Skyler M Jan 2018
I've been denying,
but the fears are multiplying.
Picking at my brain,
and maiming my interests.
all I can think about is the way you smile,
and the way you talk to me.
I fee like a fool for falling into your soul,
cause I'd never be good enough for you.

You're the queen and I'm the jester.
You're no saint but you have me caught in your halo,
So won't you let me into your heart.

The feeling I've held onto,
but locked away inside my heart.
Tearing me up cause I know,
How you really feel about me.
This hope that I hold onto,
Stored inside my lungs so I won't scream.
Skyler M Feb 2023
Craft your words so they’re divine,
Pull the wool over their eyes,
Call into the dark and find,
The world has left you behind

Afraid of what they’d all think,
Cause you’re closing in on the brink,
Afraid to call yourself the missing link,
As you empty out into a sink.

So unimpressed but incessant,
Never wrong so you just rant,
On and on about the incant,
A hypocrite who hates to recant.
Skyler M Sep 2021
There's a place by the ocean,
On the east coast
Where all the naughty children go,
They got coal in their stockings,
And when they go, they’re cured,
At night, in the dead of your sleep,
It'll be a nightmare but you're wide awake,
You'll realize only in the morning that you've lost,
Every sense of who you were, down the drain,
As they watch you shower with smiles,
Promising that your sins will be washed away.

Wipe off your smirk,
Don't you dare stand so wrong,
It's a group meeting just for you,
Or maybe you need some time in the ring.

Never be alone again,
No, cause they'll watch you sleep,
They love it when you take a misstep,
Cause god they love to see you cry,
Absolute dunce, a waste of a human,
Deserving of nothing but the worst,
And like the phoenix you will rise from the dust,
As a new upstanding citizen,
We'll keep you here as long as we can.

Wipe off your smirk,
Don't you dare stand so wrong,
It's a group meeting just for you,
Or maybe you need some time in the ring.

Take some time in the ring,
Swing it out, bully,
Take each one of them down,
Till you've lost feeling in your fingers,
And your eyes are swollen and bruised,
Everyone hates you, you're obscene,
Disgusting teen,
Disgusting, ugly teen.
The bully never wins.

Wipe off your smirk,
Don't you dare stand so wrong,
It's a group meeting just for you,
Or maybe you need some time in the ring.
Some time in the ring, will do you good.
Skyler M Nov 2017
Is there anything more terrifying,
Than watching someone die,
While they are awake for it all,
They assume the role of a ghost.

Trapped in time,
Vanishing into the covers,
Into hills of ash,
That their mind hides inside.

I want to hold them,
Tonight is dangerous as it is,
They should know that the light will shine one day,
And assume the role of a ghost.

Virus spreads inside their skin,
Reminding them that the life they live is gone,
There's no going back to what you had,
So hold onto me tightly and I'll keep you here.

Trapped in time,
Vanishing into the holes,
Into hills of fire,
That their mind hides from.
Skyler M Feb 2019
Our brains suddenly changed,
and our shadows drew pictures on the walls,
Pictures depicting death and the intricacies of dying,
Promising life is a lie to us but promising death is easy,
Our youth consisted of rhythm and hope,
Could we bring that back, well, I can't answer that.

Several rooms above our heads,
Could sever all our limbs,
Then stuff them into our mouths,
To keep us from breathing,
But before then we'll sprint,
Getting out of the way.

We're getting tied down,
Onto metal doorways,
That break our heads with the repeated words,
like nothing ever before,
Some of us give up and some just fight,
Throwing hands while holding onto paper memories,
We want to be something,
So fight we will do.
Skyler M Aug 2021
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 Sep 2018
::
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.
::
::
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.
::
::
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.
::
Skyler M Aug 2021
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 Jun 2019
White river calmly flows,
Her sudden moves never too wild,
Along come the people that she tows,
In retrospect, I should have appreciated the mild.

Along the trail, I'll follow the stones,
If anything's true I won't break my arm,
With the things inside my bones,
Things I collected keep me warm.

And the trees become so green,
The moss on the rocks take the sunlight,
Where have I gone and where have I been?
It's been so long since I've fought the fight.

Along the trail, I'll follow the stones,
If anything's true I won't break my arm,
With the things inside my bones,
Things I collected keep me warm.

Kindle this fire,
Feed it with moss,
Singe all your body's hairs,
It's the only way to learn.

Rearrange this damaged root,
That sits at my feet in defeat,
I want to see it grow without the soot,
Slowly becoming stale from this seat.
Skyler M Feb 2018
I'm in the back of a white van,
Don't ask me how I know,
I just do.

I think I've driven this van before,
The driver is inches away from the cliff edge,
I ask if he'll drive it off,
he responds, "That's up to you."
I don't understand what he means,
But the cliff seems to enticing to pass up,
The bottom is a mystery to be unfolded,
Even if there's nothing.

I'm in the back of a spray-painted black van,
Why don't you ask me how I know?
I spray-painted the van myself.

I know I've touched the steering wheel before,
The forest at the bottom of the cliff obstructs the end,
I order him to drive off the cliff,
he responds, "That's up to me."
I understand why he said what he said,
The end is something to stumble upon,
Not forced,
Even if there's nothing there.
Skyler M Jan 2018
There's water in my palm,
It's reassuring and keeps me warm,
Even so,
I find myself falling,
Falling into a hole,
I had promised myself long ago,
not to get myself trapped into.

The water tempts me forward to see the rest of the sea,
But I can't take my eyes off of the water in my palm,
Why won't it hurt me?
I'm just as greedy as the rest,
I need the water in my hand,
To feel whole again,
The water has my back and I have it's.

Then again the sand, pulls it back again,
So maybe I can see the ocean from the water,
But my eyes are drawn back,
To the water in my palm and I sigh,
Giving up on regretting the feeling,
It's only hurting the water in my palm.

There's water in my palm,
It's keeping me safe and sound,
Even so,
I find myself falling into it's puddle,
Falling into a hole,
I had promised myself long ago,
not to get myself trapped into.
Skyler M Apr 2022
Stitch your zipper lips up, pupper.
Ignorant ******, you *******.
Yes sir! He's like butter.
The toilet cracks, slip down.
He'd drown you, ******* clown.
What is found, your heart pound.
Construct your plastic empathy.
Scrambling frantically, thrashing fantastically.
Fish out of water, no sympathy for tyranny.
Skyler M Feb 2018
Close your eyes and wait for stars to reveal their stories in the darkness under the large willow tree,
And heaven forbid you start to cry,
but from your eyelids ink will seep into the roots of the tree,
Giving life to the old willow tree.

Questioning why you laid here,
Underneath the spaceships in the sky,
When you could be running through the constellations,
and faulty paradises of what your mind says is real.

Close your eyes and trip along the small dipper,
To find your own head and home,
Leaving the tall willow tree to rot away in peace,
Spaceships crash and you're alone again.
Skyler M Jun 2019
Pour some acid into those eyes,
It's time to forage for souls tonight,
Don the wolf mask by your side,
Oh, Warren my boy, you've made it thus far.

Walk through graveyards and find your mind,
For it's as empty as your very own coffin,
Hide behind trees and bright green bushes,
The ghost boy is haunting 'bout this time.

His hollow dark eyes and shallow sunken chest,
The suit on his frail skin is much too large,
Ghost boy can't be bother to trip to a tailor,
Just be glad you can't see what's underneath.

For the dark hollow eyes are a mask of disguise,
And the darkness of the suit holes scares even the ebony of the sky,
Don't doubt his name- and don't scout his dens,
Warren, I must say, you're not as safe as you were anymore.

Don the leather coat that sits near the stone,
You've got to find home,
For ghost boy has ways to make you jump right out of your grotesque little mask,
He doesn't want friends,
Only something to feed.

Pour some acid into those eyes,
It's time to forage for souls tonight,
Don the wolf mask by your side,
Oh, Warren my boy, you've made it thus far.
Skyler M Oct 2017
we are The Young,
the ones who control,
The Fate.

though you might stand alone,
away from The Young.
Standing in my arms,
watching towers fall from grace.

we can start,
all over.
please don't kiss my lips,
I cannot bear the razors in your teeth.

I've gone through nothing,
compared to The Old.

The Fate,
rocks The Old to sleep,
foretelling of,
a brand new world,
but only Time.

only will The Young,
call you to arms.
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.
Skyler M Nov 2017
Is the devil crawling from hell?
Reaching out to take you down?
I'm the demon that you feared,
The one that'll make you drown.

I've got three eyes, one to see you fail,
One to shoot you down, and the last to **** your mind.

Can't you see me crawling from hell?
Reaching out to take you down?
I'm the devil that you feared,
The one that'll drown you in self-doubt.

I've got three eyes, one to see you fail,
One to shoot you down, and the last to **** your mind.

I can see in your eyes,
I'm killing you faster by the day,
Oh, it makes me smile.
Trust me.

I've got three guns, one for the pen,
One for the letters, and the last to **** your mind.
Skyler M Jan 2020
Deconstructing this house made of stone,
I'm a destructive force, no one get in my way,
I promise I won't hurt you, even so,
I'm just defensive and depressive.

There's no enemy on the other side,
Only on mine,
My ticking time bomb fades after winter.
Skyler M Sep 2018
Translucent,
Transparent,
Trespassing,
Tiers of Tyranny,
Ticking Time,
Trying Tomorrow,
Testing Tabletops,
Traitor Turns Trains,
Tick Tock . . .
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