Submissions by Skyra
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
Yesterday 5:24am
Yesterday 5:24am
Cry-baby (feat. Drieks)
Excuse my sanity.
I lack the parts to portray “he” or “man” to be
labelled as such, not much of a “key” to humanity.
No metal seems to be a fan of me.
Allegedly I created aura’s for them to be mad
and sickened, partially wicked, characteristically
chickened out of glee.
Can I just say I’d like to leave?
No? Oh well, on my way to lies and deceit.
Can I just say I’d like to believe?
I can? Well damn, let’s pretend I’m suddenly
saint again.
If my life takes time out of yours for you to go
ahead and say I...
I lack the parts to portray “he” or “man” to be
labelled as such, not much of a “key” to humanity.
No metal seems to be a fan of me.
Allegedly I created aura’s for them to be mad
and sickened, partially wicked, characteristically
chickened out of glee.
Can I just say I’d like to leave?
No? Oh well, on my way to lies and deceit.
Can I just say I’d like to believe?
I can? Well damn, let’s pretend I’m suddenly
saint again.
If my life takes time out of yours for you to go
ahead and say I...
#HumanRights
#feminism
#inequality
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0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2021 9:52pm
2nd Mar 2021 9:52pm
Forever~with Drieks
I can live and laugh forever just by picturing us together.
Lies from a dark past are purged to dust and lifeless matter.
A calming fever rushes through my body.
Cleansed from illness, addiction, but alas recovering hardly.
I reach for the stars but touch the dirt,
my whole life has been upside down.
I teach my heart how much it hurts,
my whole body screams with lack of sound.
I feel the winds without the breeze.
I breath the oxygen without the trees.
I sense your touch without your presence.
I fake my laugh and delete...
Lies from a dark past are purged to dust and lifeless matter.
A calming fever rushes through my body.
Cleansed from illness, addiction, but alas recovering hardly.
I reach for the stars but touch the dirt,
my whole life has been upside down.
I teach my heart how much it hurts,
my whole body screams with lack of sound.
I feel the winds without the breeze.
I breath the oxygen without the trees.
I sense your touch without your presence.
I fake my laugh and delete...
#love
#breakup
273 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Dec 2020 11:54pm
29th Dec 2020 11:54pm
Hate-filled Pride~with Drieks
Barely illegal.
Hardly see-through.
Nowhere to hide when the winds come take you.
Merely a feather towards my weight.
A weight gained for all the hate-filled pride i ate.
Abused beyond words i’m comfortable to use.
None powerful enough to sum up the dysfunctions i fused.
This road to happiness seems never ending.
Which is fine.
This road has turns worth bending.
Hardly see-through.
Nowhere to hide when the winds come take you.
Merely a feather towards my weight.
A weight gained for all the hate-filled pride i ate.
Abused beyond words i’m comfortable to use.
None powerful enough to sum up the dysfunctions i fused.
This road to happiness seems never ending.
Which is fine.
This road has turns worth bending.
#anxiety
#MentalHealth
325 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2020 10:41pm
23rd Nov 2020 10:41pm
Allow me
Have me.
Have faith in me.
Appear translucent and fade for me.
Hold me.
Hold grudge for me.
Erase my clouded filth and touch me.
The time for hopes and wishes has passed.
The meaning of those are alien at best.
I like to see my future bright.
But darkness has consumed my light.
Let me guide you away from pain.
Cover my prints and follow the rain.
Have faith in me.
Appear translucent and fade for me.
Hold me.
Hold grudge for me.
Erase my clouded filth and touch me.
The time for hopes and wishes has passed.
The meaning of those are alien at best.
I like to see my future bright.
But darkness has consumed my light.
Let me guide you away from pain.
Cover my prints and follow the rain.
#anxiety
#hope
217 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2020 2:59am
3rd Nov 2020 2:59am
Brittle
I remember the times i would like to forget.
I look back with regret while my palms start to sweat.
Innocence isn’t embraced but rather looked back at when lost.
My innocence was taken, hate given in return for free at my cost.
Brittle.
Even now while i’ve grown.
Still little.
I look back with regret while my palms start to sweat.
Innocence isn’t embraced but rather looked back at when lost.
My innocence was taken, hate given in return for free at my cost.
Brittle.
Even now while i’ve grown.
Still little.
#SelfReflection
406 reads
13 Comments
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