Self-Contained

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Oh how lovely it is to find my thoughts in order

Neat. Tidy. A fence around their border.

Not scattered. Not shattered.

They used to be so tattered.

Blowing around me like a tornado.

Me, a rag-doll in the centre

Bruised and tender.

Who was I back then?

I couldn’t tell you.

Each piece of my brain was spinning in different directions.

I couldn’t focus on any section.

I was capable of everything. Of nothing.

I felt… I felt… small.

I felt it all.

Too much. Much too much.

Oh how nice it is to be so contained.

So restrained.

Knowing exactly how I feel.

Keeping it ‘real’.

I am at last restoring.

Then why do I feel so boring?

(c) Slumpless

 

 

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Lamb of Sod

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I bleated to the sky

I am a lamb in the wind on the hill

The clouds have darkened and there is a storm

Oh who will keep me warm?

Do you not have wool child?

Make use of it.

Soon it will be mild

And the best of you will be used to heat others.

No not your brothers.

Those that will eat you to bone.

And leave you all alone.

Today enjoy your heat

For tomorrow you will be meat.

(c) Slumpless

Judge Mental

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No… I wouldn’t say I’m judgmental.

Sorry. What’s that?

You don’t drink coffee?

Wuss! 🙂

#sorrynotsorry

(c) Slumpless

A Room Without a Door

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There’s a long luscious list of reasons we should

But a jagged emporium of poisonous consequences

Jars upon jars upon shelves upon walls

Filled with outcomes. Black outcomes.

They swirl around like mini-galaxies

Holding us both hostage to our decisions.

It’s not just one you see?

All the things that led us here

A million ways we can go wrong

Or right.

Let’s sit here for a while. On the safe floor.

In the room without a door.

Where the only way out

Is in…..

Us

(c) Slumpless

 

Scratch

Scratch

 

Scratch it. Scratch it.

You want to.

Those cells are asking to be lifted.

Shifted.

Stop tapping your fingers on wood.

Let them do good. Here.

Lick it. Lick it.

Lap the curiosity away.

Swim in the swamp not the lake

I promise I  won’t fake.

I don’t have to.

Don’t live with an itch.

Switch. Switch.

Make me twitch.

I’m not a witch.

Or am I?

You’re thinking about me now?

I know you are.

I’m under your skin.

I win.

(c) Slumpless

 

 

Wonderland

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Oh me Oh my

I’m about to die

You just walked in and I can’t think straight.

Are you crooked or is it my head?

Off with it so.

It must go.

I can’t trust it anymore

It renders me an utter whore

Your eyes are crinkling at the edge

While I teeter nervously on the ledge

I’ve suddenly landed in Wonderland

Ain’t it lovely? Ain’t it grand?

Is it the first or is it the latter?

Shoot I’m madder than the hatter.

You’re smiling less

You’re more on your guard.

Turns out you’re just a pack of cards

(c) Slumpless

 

White Lies

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We can go through life telling little lies,making our lives seem better than they are. All we do is create envy and discontent and a world where no one can live up to something that doesn’t exist. Be honest. Stay true. Make the world an honest point of view.