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Skylar Valles Poem
Did my hourglass just break?
Is this feeling real or fake?
My heart is in ruin
From the deceiver of my own actions
Now I can't stop thinking about her
All our memories run through my mind without a cure
A cure from the pain
The pain of sorrow and heartbreak
Now I see her in the arms of another guy
Why did our beautiful love have to die?
I no longer see happiness or the beauty of light
My heart is just in absolute darkness with no emotion... I am on Stand-By
I am dead from the inside out
My feeling for anything is gone without a doubt
I am a ghost drifting through the world
My pain and misery has already occured
But now I still can't seem to get up
I'm just a monster full of hate who's heart is lost in a dump
Full of trash, pain, and no empty button
She'll never know how much I loved her, now i feel nothing
To live is just to fall asleep, and to die is to awake
So mother mercy please take me before i go insane
I want to wake up in another world
Because thinking of her beautiful face and our amazing memories just hurts
I used to wake with happiness and glee
Now I wake up in loneliness and all i have to blame is me
You see I am the villain to my protagonist love
I let go of my beautiful dove
Now she'll fly free and be happy
With another man holding her hand, being in complete happiness without me
Copyright © Skylar Valles | Year Posted 2011
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The night passes onward
The fear of sleeping, like a coward
The dark past is drilled into the back of his mind
Just wish he could go back and rewind
Back through the broken hourglass overflowing with the sands of time
He can’t drown his demons, they know how to swim
As the moon aligns higher in the sky, he knows he can’t win
The mental scars that infiltrate his tattooed kingdom of a body
The feeling of being unworthy…. A nobody….
Fills his decimated circuits of impending memories
To the point of impact so all he sees
Is his former hero of a father unleashing a beating
But don’t you see the night is young… This is only the beginning
The beginning of the night terrors storming his head
Years will pass by, but he will never forget
Forget about the hell he faced during childhood
He would rather forget if he could
He is the King throughout the day
Portraying the mask of confidence and happiness with every sway
But when the sun goes down
So does his confident crown
An insomniac is born & swallowed whole by the night
The weariness & sleeplessness gets too hard to fight
Here is where the war of dark memories commence
And reality at that point makes no sense
The unconscious screaming & frantic movements scurry through the night
Then the awakening sudden frights strike
Strike the mind, with the body sweating from the battles waging on
So he drowns his fears with the lyrics of his favorite songs
To block out all the dark memories sieging his castle of dreams
He falls to his knees
His crown falls to the ground
He looks out to the stars until they fall
The sun rises & the cycle restarts
He is a dreamer full of fear
Waiting for the next night terror
He will sit upon his throne until the sun sets once again
Because it is those dark sickening memories he could never forget
As he closes his eyes at night
He returns back to the time, when he was a kid living in complete darkness full of fright.
That is when he feels trapped inside.
Like a labyrinth chained to the burden with no place to run or hide
Only left alone with a terror filled mind……
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I wake from the monster
coming home from his usual
rage
Looks like he is drunk again,
like an animal escaping from
his cage
The pian in his eyes shows as
he lines up his poison
He puts his nose on the
forsaken table and sniffs in
With no regret he grabs the
arm band and ties it around his
bicep
So he can make his reminiscing
mind forget
Forget about the past as he
injects more poison in his veins
But little does he know, that I
can never make this memory
go away
But what happened next scars
me to this day
With his drunken high haze
He calls me over from the
shadows like a slave
He looks at me like an enemy
on a battlefiled
I had fear in my eyes and
thought i'd be killed
He states that i've ruined his
life
And he calls me a mistake and
to get out of his sight
I was 7 years old and couldn't
move
Was frozen as he grabbed my
hand and put it on the stove
He turns the heat on low like it
was a game
Hovering my hand over the
flame
Did this give him pleasure and
satisfaction?
In the morning he won't
remember a single action
As my hand feels the heat rise
He pulls from his grip because
his high has died
So I run back into my room as
he reloads
He grabs the glass container
and lines up another line before
he goes
Does my father realize the pain
he brings
The screams my pain sings?
No of course not, all he cares
about is his poison and brew
He used to be a hero in my
eyes, but now he is just a fool
To this day I remember these
memories in my nightmares
But like I said he doesn't care
In his eyes I a a mistake, all he
cares about is his next fix
He is a monster, my father, an
addict
Copyright © Skylar Valles | Year Posted 2011
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The dark days of no tomorrow
Filled with hate and sorrow
Mourning for all the fallen
Did you live up to your life’s calling?
A world of no liking
A world full of anger and fighting
Behind close doors
The children’s tears are pourin
Striving to feel free
But night terrors are all he sees
The late nights of reckoning
The crows singing and whistling
As the terror fills his heart and soul
He feels dead inside where his heart should be is a dark whispering hole
As he turns the other cheek
He receives more of a beating
A dark world surrounds him and the place he calls home
But to him there is no escape and he feels shut down and alone
All he wants to do is live his life without shackles and chains
He feels like he is losing his mind, going insane
All he wants to do is to be free
But little did he know, that the next one could be me
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Days go by
And I wonder why
Why the sky's sunset wheeps tonight
A strong soldier overseas has lost his fight
The crushing sounds of screams
The soldier has his fellow brother dead at his feet
He picks up his brother to take him home
You see this soldier can not leave his brother all alone
The bullets fly through the air
But the soldier is fearless and he will never give up, he wouldn't dare
The sign of safety and freedom is just over the hill
He'd risk everything to carry his fellow brother home even the risk of being killed
This soldier is a hero in the eyes of all
What would of happened if he never took the call
The call to duty to fight without fear and to protect
The heroism and determination in this soldier deserves total respect
The sun will rise in the morning and this soldier will be alive
But this soldier and man of God will still be dead inside
He still has night terrors of losing his brother on the battlefield
There is no greater pain then witnessing someone close to you get killed
But no matter what happens, in my heart this soldier will always be a hero to me
He will always be family and I will truly always idol thee
You see, he was the one carrying my uncle home to me
At the funeral the guns shoot in the sky
And now i no longer need to wonder why
As the tears run down my eyes
I realize that I am the lucky one to have my uncle home after he has won his fight
He has a won his fight to heaven
I would of never got to see my uncle if it wasn't for his fellow Lieutenant
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You are never guaranteed
tomorrow
We are all just ticking time
bombs in our hearts that
become hollow
We as humans terrorize one
another
But deep down inside we are all
brothers
East, West, North, South
We seem to be all enemies
somehow
Bullets and bombs fly through
the air
As innocent people scurry in
panic and terror
Bodies fall the the ground
And when the dust clears the
battlefield will have no sound
Just metal bullet shells ringing
along the ground
And so called “victory” will be
found
There is no victory in war just
death of fellow brothers
When will the arguments and
threats end with one another?
It’s True, When the rich wage
war, it’s the poor who die
War leaders at home dont shed
a tear as families of lost
soldiers cry.
lettes to the door are sent
reading M.I.A
How many will never see there
father or brother or sister again
How many M.I.A and death
letters must be sent to see
That there is nothing different
between you and me
Copyright © Skylar Valles | Year Posted 2011
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