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skyler Sep 2017
so simple

easy action
petite pill
satisfaction
hurting still

small shaking handfuls
followed by a small shaking voice
whispering i'm sorry
continued sketchy choice

rapid breathing
tremors all over
head spinning
soon will be over

sinking to bruised knees
but unable to feel the pain
highs no longer a tease
meds mask the insane

easy action
plenty of pills
satisfaction
finished and killed

so simple

s.s
skyler Sep 2017
if you were to craft a grin
from the brightest stars in the sky
it would still be incapable
of lighting a room
the way your smile does

s.s
skyler Sep 2017
love is the moon

it is the one thing that stands out
among a million stars
just the way the ones you love
steal attention from anything else

it can light the darkness
but always has a dark side
a side no one wants to see
but is always present

it controls everything
the minds, hearts, and seas
and is has an undeniable pull
like gravity on everyone

it is stunning and devastating
toxic and otherworldly
and we always give it our attention
just as we would to a full moon in the sky

sometimes it slips away
dipping below the horizon
or being eclipsed from sight
but it is still there, just out of reach

sometimes it seems bigger
closer and brighter
more captivating and enticing than before
but it can still be covered by cloudy days at any moment

love is the moon

beat with craters
though still shining bright
and we all have stardust
running through our veins  


s.s
  Sep 2017 skyler
Ellie Geneve
Held my hand
In the midst
Of chaos
And recited
His confessions
Of loneliness

I never understood
The reason
Behind his tremor
I bet
His body
Was trying
To escape
  Sep 2017 skyler
anon
be
there are so many
letters
words
phrases
i want to write all over
my skin
so that maybe
just maybe
the bits of me
inside
might come outside
and show that i
in fact
am not a shell
not
just a body
with so much lost
and so little left
to lose

the thing is
we're all bodies
going through a day to day
like there's never anything wrong
like there's never been anything wrong
like there's never going to be anything wrong

but there's something wrong
with pretending
because it hides
the truth
from even yourself
you think you know everything
until it's early in the morning
late in the night
and you're screaming
crying
who am i
to no one
because no one is always there
and no one always listens
because no one cares

and we tattoo ourselves
with
letters
words
phrases
that mean something
so that when someone passes by
they just might see
who
instead of just a body
just a life
that can never be as complicated
as our own
because nothing is as good
as our own

our own
letters

our own
words

our own
phrases

that at least make us
some semblance
of own
some picture
of self
some symbol
of who

we are like nothing
until proven something
we are guilty as one of many
until innocent as individual

i want my name to adorn my forehead
so i can scream
i am here

i want your name on my lips
to whisper
i love you
like it's the one thing
you can always believe

i want alone pasted to my hands
as though
anyone can see
all the hands i've never held
and will never hold
and the holding i'll never get to do
by being
so
****
alone

i want a's grafted into my chest
because
once upon a time
i was told they define me
so if i ever
get ripped apart
they'll see
my worth
as a grade
90-100
a
a minus
a plus
a bit of self-worth
assurance i am worth it
approval of who

i want praise shaped into the thinning skin of my stretch marks
because
there should be
no reason
to give a ****
about the carefully placed
skin caterpillars
after all
as soon as they become butterflies
everybody loves
once more

i want feelings plastered on my legs
because i'd love for what
i hate
to be covered
in someone's love
even if only no one cares

i want to be covered
crown to toe
with visions of me
to make
self
and individual
out of
no one
the only one
who cares
  Aug 2017 skyler
India Hares
Goodbyes never hurt me
It's always the memories that follow
To live in such a cruel reality
A world so insensitive and shallow

A goodbye is just a moment
But the memories are stuck on replay
To think we deserve such torment
We remember each and every day

A goodbye will not hurt you
But the memories will shatter your being
Break your heart into pieces
Your life may even lose meaning

Goodbyes do not hurt you
They are only the beginning
A life that was once so simple
Turned into a life not worth living
Another KI
skyler Aug 2017
one of the hardest things
she had ever done
was sit next to someone she loved
and feel their skin against hers
but not have the courage to kiss them
to grab them and pull them in
for it felt like swimming in the ocean
but never feeling the water

s.s
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