Before There Was Mud.

I saw glitter.
Before there was mud
There was shine.
I saw sparkle and glimmer
Bursting out of your chest
So screw the rest.
What came after.
I’m going to remember the Gold
Not the dust.
I will try to blow it away at least.
Before you were beast
And when I was beauty.
I saw glitter my love.
And I know it’s still there.
You must care.
At least dare to.

No ?

(C) Slumpless

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Are you sure ? Am I ?

I vomited words
All over my page. All over you.
If only I could wash them off.
But they just keep coming
This awful bug of mine.
Stop. Stop. Stop me.
I’m trying to write you back.
Write the wrong.
Except I don’t know who is worse.
You or the curse ?
The plague of being in love with love
Let’s be honest it’s me not you.
You could be anyone.
So really I need to stop.
I’m just addicted to convincing
And maybe you know that.
I think you’re the same.
Enough with this game….
Are you sure you don’t want me?

Rain on

Compressed.
That’s how I feel.
Squashed to the core
Unable to spring into action.
I see you like a King on a throne of smug expression.
Will you deign to look my way ?
I said I was sorry for fucks sake.
But you pressed the crazy right out of me.
I think you like me this way.
A jester left to fester.
The court’s fool.
Oh well my dancing is coming to an end.
And so is your reign.
But I’ve been cleansed.
Have you ?

(C) Slumpless

Tem Pest

I dug up a storm for you
And used the trade winds
To buckle your spine.
I syphoned the rains
From all the lands
And poured them down your neck.
I reached into every corner of every crack and abyss that furrows this planet
Just that you may answer me.
Do you care ? Do you?
But all you heard was a whistle. Felt a chill.
My tempest only made me ill.
(C) Slumpless

Fame (You won’t live forever)

You won’t live forever.
No one is made for all those eyes
Boring into the soul of you
So that all you are is a fragment
Of what you once were.

You can only go downhill
Compete with the old you.

The face at least.

Because they won’t see your growth
Just the lines etched on your skin
And your desperate attempts to plump them out.

Make yourself stay in the light.

For who are you really when the screen is off?
When no one is looking?
Soon they won’t care and you will have to answer that question.
All on your own.
Have you grown?
Or are you just over the hill?
(C) Slumpless

Market

There’s a market today
In this sweltering heat
There is a market.
Hundreds of parcels wrapped in brown paper
Spoiling in the sun.
The smell of rotting meat is not imagined
Nor the little drops of crimson seeping down the shelves.
There is a market today. And everyday.
With pieces of me sold at too low a price
To people who don’t value my meat.
Not in this heat.
(C) Slumpless

This Closure

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Just promise me you won’t be cruel

When the time comes to sever these threads

You won’t turn us to shreds.

I look at your face as I lie on your chest

And hope for the best.

But I’ve done this before

And the cut was pure gore, sore.

Please. Please. No more.

So be gentle as you are now

When you lick my leg

Make me beg.

Promise that when you no longer long for this touch

That when I don’t mean much

Or nothing.

Just promise you’ll be kind.

And I promise I won’t linger

I won’t be a loser

If I have proper closure.

(c) Slumpless

Originally posted Sept 2017