Staring at the Skye

Some of these will have a proper rhyme scheme, some are just free verse. Feel free to comment/critique, but be constructive in criticism please. (Also, I am a terrible typist, so apologies in advance for typos-point them out and I'll correct them.)

This is my first poem to this site-doesn't have a name right now. Suggestions?

Standing on ceremony
Waiting for the end
Count up the shell cases
Pray for your friends

Clean the blood off the asphalt
Tie up the loose ends
Call all the relatives
Watch the storm descend

Okay, this is something I wrote in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep. It's free verse, so there's no defined structure. At the moment it's called "Sister, Missing"-if you have other suggestions, let me know.

What was your sister like?

She's amazing. She's magic.
Her hair can change colour.
I asked her if mine ever would.
She laughed and said, maybe one day.

Her eyes change colour as well.
Mostly they're brown, sometimes blue.
I remember once they were acid green,
I was terrified because I barely recognised her.

And how did she dress?

Well, she mostly wears black.
Don't be put off, she's not evil.
She asked me once what I thought of her
I told her she was beautiful.
I don't think she heard me.

Did she have any marks on her skin?

She has lots.
She has this amazing drawing on her back.
It's a red rose, and it's so complicated and pretty.
She said she was born with it, that it made her magic.
I wanted one too, but she said I had to be older.

She has marks on her wrists too.
I don't think she wanted me to see them.
She said that they were ugly,
That she was ugly.

She said she hoped I would never end up like her.
I didn't understand. I thought she was the best person in the world.
I used to tell her that every day,
Maybe she didn't hear me.

She said she was going away last month.
I wanted to go with her, but she wouldn't let me.
And nobody will tell me where she is.
All anyone will say is that she's gone to a better place.

I haven't seen my sister since two weeks ago.
And nobody will tell me where she is.
I don't know why,
I only want to see her.
I miss her.

New poem. I know I haven't posted in ages, GCSEs are evil.

I love you
I miss you
I'm sorry
I tried so hard just to carry on
But trying to keep walking when you've lost your heart
When your faith has given up on you
When your friends have turned away
What would you have done that day?

I can't even pray any more
My eyes are open to the lies they told
I never asked for any of this
I never asked you to rip apart my life
Why did you have to take away the safety of ignorance?
I was happy.
Until you showed me the truth.
Until you took a knife to what I loved.

I miss you.
I need you.
You made me what I am.
And I hate you for it.
Goodbye.

'Nother poem. This is one I wrote ages ago and found on the floor today when I cleaned my room.

She walks past, head down
Fighting to ignore them
Music is her weapon now
And it never holds them back
But it shuts them up sometimes

Screaming the truth she can’t forget
That she will never be alone again
And that demons cannot die

Her friends left her long ago
Gave up on her
On them
Yet she won’t abandon hope
That someone will save her

That someone cares at all

Another day, and another scar
The only way to stay sane
It never makes them go away
They drink it up and howl for more

NEW STUFF! I wrote this in a Drama lesson after an exam. Possibly should have been listening, but oh well.

The lies fall from your lips like acid raindrops
Poisoning the air I breathe
The life I lead
The truths I believed

Without you I am broken
My soul is cracked
My heart is splintered
My thoughts are fractured
But I know where the pieces are

And when you are here?
I get tangled in my own words
I miss the pieces of my heart
I cannot find what I search for

Because the only way you can make me whole
Is to take away the splinters


What do you think?

Newness. This was the product of an extremely dull and angry Science revision lesson.


Saccharine smiles and empty souls
Broken lives will never be whole
Forgotten hopes and abandoned dreams
We will never live to see

The children watching through the glass
As believers file in
The adults looking back at last
The ones who never gave in

Plastic thoughts and hopeless hearts
Long lost prayers for a brand new start
Reaching the heights to wait for the fall
Waiting for someone to see through it all


Thoughts and comments welcomed

More. This was inspired by a Biffy Clyro song called Folding Stars and a memory of my gran, who died of cancer in 2009. Working title is Chasing Ghosts And Smoke. Pretentious, but kind of pretty.


I would bring the world down
Just to bring you back home
Don’t you hear me?
I can’t give up hope in you
I won’t lose faith in you

I can’t shake this guilty feeling
That you’re still out there
Somewhere dark and cold
Thinking no-one cares

I would tear down the stars
If it brought you back to me
Don’t you understand?
I won’t let go of love
I can’t stop missing you

I can’t leave behind this feeling
I can’t just walk away
I can’t stop running from the truth
Though it gets harder every day


Critiques welcomed
Kerosene Skye, signing off.

Woo, poetry!
i'm so gutted MCR are splitting

We are the kids that you don’t remember
We are the thoughts that you push away
We are the cold rain of November
And the lies that haunt your days

Can you remember all your pain?
And how it felt to heal?
Do you know this cri de coeur?
Or what it’s like to feel?

Short, I know.
Any thoughts?
Internet dying...

NEW STUFF! GCSEs are finally over
These are two separate poems-the second can be read as an extension of the first one I posted.

Roses are red, violets are blue
Sugar is sweet and so are you
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead
The sugar bowl’s empty and so is your head

The suits make a deal
The courtroom adjourns
Society moves on
And the world never learns

No more school until September!
I'm so happy right now, at home playing Sims and watching Stargate...
That's sad, isn't it? Oh well.
This is Kerosene Skye, over and out.