The Core Of What It Means To Be A Writer by Adam Skelter

Keep your mind sealed
to everyone else,
but make it bright to yourself.

What are you afraid of?
What is it you cannot speak about?

Devil is your best friend from time to time!

Hide yourself in dark,
so nobody could see
what you're going through.

Devil is your best friend from time to time!

Memories,
those sweet memories
of happiness keep you alive,
although you feel very dead.

Devil is your best friend from time to time!

What are you afraid of?
Why is your soul restless?

Devil is your best friend from time to time!

It has been settled inside for a while
to remind you
of what you've been hiding from,
tearing your soul to parts,
won't leave you be...

The walls will bleed again
for the sins that are carved
deep in the consciousness.


The walls will bleed again.


Broken glass in the yard,
broken family for a long time.


The war is coming,
anger is rising,
thoughts that were silenced
by the peace
will scream again.


The walls will bleed again.


That smell in the air
are these sins of past,
never washed,
never forgotten.


The walls will bleed again.


Sky will be opened,
red and dim,
for the tears that burn
and torture your soul,
for the things
that could never be
forgotten,
the things that hurt.


The walls will bleed again.

The death
The heartbreak
The tears
The fears

Why did you have to leave?
Why?
As I ask, wiping tears onto my sleeve.

The pain that this puts me to
I feel like I'm aging
But I'm still youthful and lively
Yet I feel old and dead

The stress
Everyone stopping by to see us
I stay in my room crying into a cloth
While showing early signs of sloth.

Death is waiting
Death is coming
My throat feels closed and blocked
My eyes burn and itch
As I feel like a doll missing a stitch

Please don't leave
Please don't go
You are so important to me
Like the main actor to a show
I can't let you go

As you descend to a better place
I keep you in my memories and heart just in case
I need to let you go
But my heart still breaks
As the part of me is breaking me
I always knew you were a part of me
My completion
My love
My friend
Goodbye
I will see you soon in the end.

Mother Nature

Loving

Cruel

Yet is neither black or white.

Is life just good?

Is it just evil?

No

It is both

Nature is both.

It gives us growth

Beauty

Grace

A Sanctuary to escape

Yet

It can be dull

Lifeless

Painful

Destructive

Anything.

We as humans

Are also like this

Fire is the same.

It keeps us warm

Yet can burn down an entire forest.

Should we hate this?

Should we love this?

Maybe, maybe not

But at least appreciate this

Because nature gives us youth and beauty

But can take it away so quickly

So take one step at a time

Very carefully

Enjoy each living moment of what time is left.

Shinny,Sun!
So I Can Hide my Tears..
Don't let me Fall,Wind
Take me higher,,and Higher..
I don't wanna Fall
I don't wanna touch the Ground

As I walk n everything's Ok

But then I saw U
i've been missing u more,,,and more
Miss ur warmth,,
hugs me inside,,
But u don't
just a glance with 'hello,,,?'

what's wrong?
Did I doing wrong?

it is not just like u pushed me down,,,
ur ignorance crashed me,,,

How can I be this weakness?
how can U make me speechless
So dare you be my weakness...


give me back my blooms,,,
laid me back to the high..
give my only desires...

just a smile can take a high..
just an ignore crashed me off

Forget me not ..
I can't face it,,
stay with me...

I’m sorry for what I did,
I’m sorry for what I have done,
I’m sorry for everything,
I’m sorry I was born,
I’m sorry I exist,
I’m sorry I ever wanted to even try,
I’m sorry that I do what I do,
I’m sorry,
I’m sorry,
Please just forgive me.

I never wanted to be this,
I never wanted to even be me,
I just cant be here anymore,

I dont want this to be,
I didnt want this to happen,
but i cant stand this!
I am so sorry

I'm sorry for not being good enough,
I'm sorry for my mistakes,
I'm sorry for hurting you,
I'm sorry I'm alive,
I'm sorry for everything.

I listen to the trickle of blood,
I listen but don’t feel,
I listen to my cry,
I listen to my screams,
I listen to the slams,
I listen to the blows.
I listen to my heart as it slows,
I listen to the door slam,
I listen to the sirens,
I listen to the beeps,
I listen to the sigh,
I listen to my heart pick up,
I listen to find that this will never end.
I listen to the cry of my voice,
I see the mans face,
I taste the blood,
I sense that there is someone,
Someone I don’t know,
That someone tried to stop this,
That someone had failed.
I listen to my friends cry,
I listen for the final scream,
I open my eyes to see,
That someone was next to me.
That someone had come for me,
That someone came to save me,
That some one I will always love,
That someone is,
You.

The Death of Lovers

We shall have beds full of subtle perfumes,
Divans as deep as graves, and on the shelves
Will be strange flowers that blossomed for us
Under more beautiful heavens.

Using their dying flames emulously,
Our two hearts will be two immense torches
Which will reflect their double light
In our two souls, those twin mirrors.

Some evening made of rose and of mystical blue
A single flash will pass between us
Like a long sob, charged with farewells;

And later an Angel, setting the doors ajar,
Faithful and joyous, will come to revive
The tarnished mirrors, the extinguished flames.