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The cover for my poem collection “Meadows and Creeks” with the 1st (of 2) designs for the bonus chapter “How it ends” with 27 additional poems. Current being showcased is the poem “Cruel”, representing the letter “C”.

The artwork and designs for both the cover and the poem are designed by me, with the cover being a sample from a friend.

This is my largest project, spanning 101 poems, and will be the last of any poems I write. This will be accompanied by a ‘book’ called “Under the Waters”, denoting the story of Annalise, a young girl who struggles with a spiraling depression whose only source of happiness is her younger sister Serana, she is trying to make sense of a world that only seems more hostile, more cruel as she grows up.

This book, the poems involved, and the stories told are a blend of complete fiction, stories and ideas inspired by things said and told to me, and a slightly altered biography of things lived through by others and myself. It is as much of a self reflection on my own life as it is a tale of depression and anxiety, the crushing burden of growing up without knowing what to do, and the complexity and cruelty of love and heartbreak. I wanted it to be as raw of an experience as possible, so it could feel real, tangible, because at the end of the day the story of Annalise is as real as anyone else’s.

The structuring of the poems are both old and new, the result of nearly 2 years now of continuous practice with poetry. It is extremely flawed and imperfect, for I wanted it to be as authentic to myself as possible. I see now that I have both grown as a writer, and very much have failed every single milestone I have set for myself. I have been a failure to myself, and that’s why I want to eventually put an end to this journey of myself.

The book is so far inspired by “The Catcher in the Rye” and a short story I wrote myself called “Under the Waters”, including elements of another now dead project called “Compromise”, dealing with the trouble of growing up, dealing with alienation and depression, and finding joy in life. It too, is incredibly flawed, and is simply a story I want to tell.

I will be finishing most other projects before this one, but the final poem of this collection will be the last I write. I do not want to continue writing because it feels like an insult to myself, but more so an insult to the great things said and written by others. I will do everything within my power so that the end product is not a complete disappointment.

The song “Show me how” by Men I Trust is probably one of the main reasons this even exists; it gave me the inspiration to start up this project again (the book specifically). It also happens to have a sort of connection with the undertones of the book and the overall vibe of the poems. Bless them so much for making every day just a little easier, I might not be here still if it weren’t for them.

In advanced and forever, thanks for everything.

“If a body catch (meet) a body coming through the rye…”

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My poem Allude, from the Meadows and Creeks collection, with its design. (1/72)

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Far Away

12/1/23

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I know we are all alone;

There’s nothing left to do.

When I close my eyes

There’s nothing but me and you.

So we can run,

Far away…

There’s so little to do

When there’s so no time.

And we can fly,

Far away…

So tell me; do you see?

What we could be,

In our dreams…?

Or are you tired of our love?

Is it simply not enough,

For our dreams…?

And we can run,

Far away…

[scarletskye]

Day #9 | Pillar

12/2/23

(03/60) [“it’s all okay…” Poem Collective]

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You’re the pillar

That sits above the night sky.

Why do I see you this way?

Why do I wish that you loved me too?

And why do I think you’re perfection made human? (5)

A pillar of admonishment towards greed and nature?

Perhaps there’s an amorous-scion nature to you,

A side to you that lies within the divine and contrary,

One that leads you to be the image of love.

And why do I believe your every word? (10)

Why do I believe your every move?

If it wasn’t so vexed and insane to know,

That your every intention is marked by love,

Maybe I would try to insist upon your every touch.

So tell me why you love me�� (15)

Why does someone like you insist upon me?

Why do you, what do you; want me, want from me…

So if I believe you just this once,

If I decide that I am worthy of your love,

If I ignore that you hold up the very stars, (20)

Would you allow me to adore your every breath?

Would you allow me to sigh your lovely name?

And if I allow for once, that you defile your hand,

By resting it upon my heart, my soul,

And I allowed you to heal my every woe, (25)

Would it mark me with your love and affection.

Your divine gaze and attention?

So tell me why, why I love you…

If you are the pillar that holds up the stars…

Why do you insist upon someone like me? (30)

[scarletskye]

empty promises

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I can’t say I hate you,

When I still see you in every blink.

Every promise was an empty shell,

Filled with the multitude of possibilities and emotions.

That lay by you;

And there’s nothing there…

I should’ve known it was all empty promises.

I shouldn’t have swam through the ocean,

Walked through shards of glass,

Just to find you.

And it was never enough,

And I had fallen in love.

So now that it’s all empty promises,

Where can I stand?

How can I be brave?

Who can I trust…

I can’t say that I hate you,

When I still love you…

And despite your empty promises,

I still love you.

[scarletskye]

Thank you

Thank you for everything,

And anything you ever did.

It meant a lot to me;

It was everything.

[scarletskye]

Serenity

Normalizing eternity;

Serenity…

And everything that lays by your side.

Romanticizing your every word,

For a greater meaning.

[scarletskye]

been writing a lot but cant work with a schedule, decided to just try to write 7 poems in 30 minutes to see how I did (do this every so often to make sure I haven’t lost my touch) and I think I did okay, should make up for the week of inactivity >>

i unfortunately still write even if i dont post, i just forget to post here

yeah yeah the other thing, i forgot to post and will do so soon >>

~Skye

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Autumnal Permanence | Lovers Fool

Extras | 11/08/23

Reflecting upon a mirrors shard

I hate what I see;

Me, and a little fool.

And I’m just a lovers fool;

You don’t even look at me,

You don’t see me when I cry.

Possibilities are endless…

So why do you cut my wings?

Dreams have no end…

So why do you chain my feet?

I guess I’m just a fool for you,

And all your little promises.

For believing you,

And in you.

And I’m just a lovers fool;

You can’t even love me,

But I still try.

Love is eternal…

So why doesn’t it last?

We were meant to be…

So what happened yesterday?

I guess I’m just a little fool;

All of this for nothing…!

Here I stand,

And I’ve got nothing to show for it…

[scarletskye]

Autumnal Permanence | Never Today

Extras | 11/08/23

Never today,

But always tomorrow.

When you look me in the eye;

I fall in love.

Water is a substance,

An ideal.

Lets swim in the ocean!

But never today;

Let’s do it tomorrow.

And now that you’re gone,

The dust is a reality.

And everything blows away…

Easy;

It’s always easy for you.

Never today,

But always tomorrow.

I guess my feelings,

Aren’t worth a lie or two.

Poison is a possibility,

A whisper.

Let’s walk in the park,

But never today;

We can do it tomorrow.

And now that I see you,

I wave my hand,

To say hello.

Easy;

It’s always been easy for you.

But never today;

We can never do today.

And for some reason I revolve around you,

When I’m not worth a lie or two.

[scarletskye]

The Perfect Shade of Blue

11/08/23

The color you left in me…

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It’s been a pleasure with you

I’ve found the perfect shade of blue

With you

What paints the sky’s brilliance?

Where the eagles soar,

Where dreams are realized?

What color marks its splendor…?

What remarks your lonely eyes?

That glow in the darkness,

That feed into the night…

What color matches their complexion?

What composes a sapphire?

Mysterious under the fire,

Of a inquisitors gaze?

What color completes its myth?

but I found an even more perfect shade of blue

the one you left with me…

What color are my conflicting thoughts?

My infinite sadness?

My never-ending strife.

What color is under the sea of my emotions?

That churn under a still surface,

A growing despair and agony?

And what color did you leave with me?

Where nothing ends but you began?

You became all I knew

And all you left, was the perfect shade of blue.

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What gives?

11/08/23

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Don’t you remember?

What we could’ve been…

We counted down to sundown

You said I was the only one you saw

And if now you can’t love me?

What gives?

Can’t you say?

If I lose hope, would you even care?

If I’m not quiet enough for you

I’d shut up, never say another word

If I wasn’t good enough for you

I would try harder every single day

And so now what?

What gives?

Can’t you tell me?

What secret is too precious for you to say?

And so now what?

What gives?

Am I just someone else to you?

Everything else forgotten…

So I guess you don’t remember,

All those times, by the sunset…

[scarletskye]

County Fair

11/08/23

Inspired by a trip to the fair.

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In a sea of ideas, identities

We found ourselves hand in hand

Standing in the county fair

A trip to the country fair

The millions of lights

And the dance of all the stars

That rotated above us

And we took a ride,

A trip around the stars

And reached above them!

Our hands held up

In a moment of breathless excitement…

And it didn’t matter that tomorrow

The world would end

One fine morning we would wake up…

And we sat above the stars, our hands held

Contemplating what lay beyond

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strange little things

11/8/23

what you entrust to me, and no one else

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a million words held

bound; at the tip of your tongue

you’ve always been quiet

because you never had anyone to talk to

and there’s strange little things

thoughts you would never say…

you entrust them to me

if you were an enigma;

every other problem could be solved

so maybe you could love me…

could you say yes?

i wish you would say more out loud

with you, the world would fall in love

and let go all of your memories

all your feelings;

let the world know of the beauty within you

and there’s so many strange little things that i love

that i cherish about you…

an infinite abyss, an eternal culmination;

and nothing would ever keep me back,

i could always find my way to you…

[scarletskye]

Oh Heather

11/08/23

Friendship; the pure type of love that doesn’t ask, doesn’t demand, doesn’t question.

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We race across the stars,

Hold hands as we cross the sun.

Our small piece of heaven,

From seven to eleven;

Your tiny little haven.

Oh Heather,

It must’ve been a sight for sore eyes.

Ingenuity;

It showed in our private gift,

Our reunion…

Simple but quirky,

Our love is an eclipse…

A glowing of the heart.

Fade to zero,

From hero;

To tears and flow.

Oh Heather,

It hurts to see you cry.

Pain;

He broke your heart again.

But I can still be here…

Oh Heather,

It hurts to see you cry.

Don’t cry,

And instead flutter,

Like a beautiful butterfly…

Oh Heather,

It hurts to see you cry…

[scarletskye]

Autumnal Permanence | Autumn’s Breeze

Day 1 of Autumn’s Goodbye | 10/25/23

Autumns breeze is felt;

A changing wind,

A superior feeling.

The leaves change, time slows,

And for a second everything could be alright. (5)

There is a magic to the changing times;

The vibrant colors echo across the city.

And the flowing wind compliments the warmth

Of a hand held, a heart of gold.

If I could stop time for this instant, (10)

And hold the wind in my hands,

Let it go through the tips of my fingers.

Like sand; the medium of an hourglass.

Then time would be sand in my hands,

And I could live in this moment forever with you. (15)

We could sing karaoke, in the autumn’s breeze,

A chill would run down our spine as we laughed.

If we could kiss, as the leaves fell,

Then we would know everything could change…

But we would forever remain. (20)

A higher sense could be reached,

In an appreciation,

A love; for autumn’s breeze.

Where we falter, nothing is left behind.

We continue on, no matter how the leaves change; (25)

Time is sand that courses through our hands.

And the colors are your dreams, your stories,

That you talk to me about as we sit,

Contemplating the beauty of autumns change.

If I could live through every autumn, (30)

I would want to see your every incarnation.

And I would live through every single day,

Just to see you smile again.

You wouldn’t just be worth dying for,

But living for, fighting for. (35)

And autumn with you is a magical time,

I can be sure you will never leave, never falter.

You will retain the beauty of a timeless leaf,

That falls but never fails, or whimpers.

You could change like the leaf changes colors, (40)

And I would live in this tiny piece of forever…

By your side, within autumn’s breeze.

~Skye

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Carnival | Bring me a Nightmare

Chapter 3 [Madhouse] | 10/25/23

The children sleep in the Madhouse,

A sleeping accommodation adorned with skulls,

Pumpkins, decorations, and a fever dream.

The children sleep when they’re awake;

They’re awake when they’re asleep. (5)

There is a disturbance within

The carnival howls; it must be extinguished.

It has never been so afraid of a child,

And yet it asks me to do what even I myself…

Thought unthinkable. (10)

My tiny hellish creation,

Go, bring me a nightmare.

Reach into the depths of despair,

Where the world is in disrepair,

And bring me a nightmare. (15)

Where time meets with infinity,

And everything beyond is fragmented…

Go, bring me that nightmare,

Bring it to me.

I can hear its description, but nothing more; (20)

To see it myself would lead to disaster.

I will have to destroy the soul of my creation,

As soon as the task is done,

For it will be in shambles after what it endures,

That which is the essence of terror (25)

Beyond anything that could be comprehended;

The Creation of All Nightmares.

A child sits, eyes fixed in front of and behind itself

As it sits at the center of the forgotten lands.

Bleak and gray, spirals of glyphs and ancient architecture, (30)

All surround the unfathomable expanse around

The center at which the child sits.

It sat at the center for creation,

Where an unloving deity mused and contemplated

Spewing the horrors we all dreamed into the abyss, (35)

To be curated by our individual minds and selves;

Now fed into this one, stone faced child.

There, it witnesses untold horror,

Rather than just the worst nightmare possible;

It was all of the possible nightmares, all at once. (40)

Every scariest thing, the most terrible accident,

The most thorough torture, most absolute death,

Every fear would be exploited,

Even those we didn’t know existed,

Including the knowledge of a higher being. (45)

No mortal mind could ever resist such force…

The child could not cry, could not scream,

Only sit in confused horror, a profound silence.

It did not wish it was killed right then and there,

It would wish it had never, ever existed. (50)

It would wonder what it had done,

What was happening;

Why…?

It will not move, from the emotion beyond shock,

Paralyzed by something further than hate; (55)

Undiluted, dispassionate apathy and disgust.

Felt by an immortal being that loathes humanity;

It hates us, it wants us to dream terrible things.

It employs it’s insurmountable abhor for us,

Fills every nightmare with the same essence. (60)

The deity looks down at us;

It could wipe us out at any moment,

But it would rather break us down…

It would rather destroy what makes us,

It would rather watch us suffer. (65)

And all that hate is being fed to one child…

The child does not cry; its mind is shattered,

The primordial core from which love,

Emotion, sense, and self.

Has shattered; (70)

He’s broken.

The child is not…

Undone;

He is nothing.

Even I am appalled by this vision, (75)

This incredible demonstration of dark desire.

A putrid, loathing heart could never do it justice.

It is an incomprehensible being that decides;

Even I, Cassandra Styx, Bringer of Darkness,

Look at this potential vision with disgust. (80)

But what must be done for my own freedom,

I will do without a second thought.

Now go, bring me that nightmare!

Everyone at this madhouse will have it tonight,

I will make sure the stage it set. (85)

They will wake not with madness;

They will not want to claw out their eyes,

Nor beg to be killed, to be freed.

They will wake not with trauma;

They will not cry until their eyes burn, (90)

Nor will they sit in a sad, comatose ball.

They will not wake, from an eternal slumber;

They will get up, walk about as empty husks.

The children will have been crushed;

Something primordial will have come undone. (95)

And my task shall be fulfilled,

A beating heart will resonate…

It will fill the halls.

And the Carnival will go on,

The child that poses a threat, (100)

Will be dealt with.

It will be no more.