Skyler Gray Nicholson

Skyler Gray Nicholson Aug 2011

She's slipping away from this life.
She's weighed down by all of her strife.
And as the dawn marches on,
She can't hear the song,
That's calling her back to me.

Because she's wasted and gone,
She can't keep moving on,
And she wants to jump off of a bridge.
Yeah she wants to be done,
She's having no fun,
And her toes are hanging over the edge.

Skyler Gray Nicholson Aug 2011

A Girl I Do Not Know

Flowing hair and shining eyes,
A slender neck and a sad expression.
She wears it well,
But it makes me sad.

I see her in profile,
And this is all I know.
Nothing more about her,
Is in my head.

I think I'll keep it like that.
Let her stay a mystery.
Because the less I know,
The more love can grow.

Skyler Gray Nicholson Aug 2011

My Daddy's Fall

I saw you sitting in that chair,
You ran your fingers through your hair.
You felt like you'd rather die,
And I'd never seen my daddy cry.

My daddy was no longer a god.
He left me alone with my ma.
And try as I might,
I felt no delight,
After my daddy had taken his fall.

Skyler Gray Nicholson May 2011

I Speak

Loneliness is a disease.
It eats you from the inside out.
It can be cured,
But often isn’t.

You waste away in your own head.
You become your own worst enemy.
As you yearn for human interaction,
The thirst is never quenched, even slightly.

I speak as a victim.
I speak as someone who knows from experience.
I speak as a lonely man.
I speak alone.

Skyler Gray Nicholson May 2011

Odysseus

I am trapped on an island in my mind.
I cannot escape this false paradise.
A higher power has placed me here against my will.
If I am Odysseus, where is my Calypso?

I am floating along, unsure of my way,
Surrounded by unknown dangers.
I don’t know my goal, or how to get there.
If I am Odysseus, where is my Ithaka?

Times are changing, people are moving, going ever forward,
And I'm standing still, unsure of my next move.
The paths ahead of me vary. Some light, some dark, all frightening.
If I am Odysseus, where is my Athena?

Skyler Gray Nicholson May 2011

An American Paradox

It is a perfect example
Of the spirit of America
Larger than life
And filled with pleasure.
Encased in a hard structure
But itself: tender
A mix of different flavors
Working together as one.
It's become an icon
Loved and hated
Like anything great,
But look deeper, and what do you see?
It is terrible for us
Corroding and destroying
Filling with unwanted enemies
This symbol will **** us.

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