The Cure

When I find myself in the midst of groggy strife.
When I can’t even see the sky for the black
I listen. I listen.
To the thumping drum ,the melodic hum.
It resonates with my soul
Takes the dust from my eyes
Lets me see heaven.
So when I feel choked with life’s regrets and woes
When all I see is darkness.
The cure. The fix.The trick.
Is music, music,music.

(C) Slumpless

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Sigh

I am all or nothing

And you gave me the latter

Like I didn’t matter.

Like I would wait with my tongue hanging loose

Your love a noose

Around this grateful neck.

I don’t do it by halves or quarters

Like a lamb to the slaughter

I go all in.

And there lies the rub

This eagerness you snub

Because you can’t believe it’s true

This love I had for you.

I am all or nothing.

And you gave me none

And it’s no longer fun.

But I’m not laughing now

Nor am I crying

I won’t be dying

For your half arsed look

I close the book.

I said it was forever and I really tried

I’m sorry I lied.

It’s not the Never-ending story

It’s much less glory

It started with a bang

And ends with a sigh

No screaming, no cry

I’ll keep on breathing

And this heart will beat on

For a love that is long gone.

(C) Slumpless

Let me be better

A lie is an airbubble.
Small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things

But in my skin
It goes to the heart.
This beating ball of mush not muscle.

What does it feel like this toy ?
You play with its softness much too much
But a lump will form.
A callous from your callousness
Borne of things unsaid and left to fester in this tangled web of all the things I can only doubt.
I screamed once but now my blood is pooled and cooled and I can only whimper and even that is hushed.

“Oh well.” You said “That’s just the way I am.”
And I suppose I can’t blame the gun when I know it was made of others hands.
Let me not become your weapon.
Let me not shoot indiscriminately because I have been cut.
Bend the butt.
Turn inwards in retrospect and be better this time.
Be better.
(C) Slumpless

Reprieve

You are persistent.

While others dance their merry way across my path

You hold on tight as tight.

You really should be ready to go

You’re beautiful color tells me so.

You have taken all you can from that trunk.

The good from the wood.

You danced in summer

But it’s your time to leave.

Leave. Leaf. Leave.

But you’re holding out for something more.

A stronger gust from a different shore.

Why ? Isn’t it easier to just let go ?

What’s left for you here ?

The emaciated torso of an Atlas who once held up an emerald sphere.

How queer.

But you are loyal.

And while the others rot and fade

The storm will not dissuade.

Maybe I’m wrong.

Maybe it’s Fall for them. But not for you.

We all go through different stages

Your last one now is in my pages

For you will not let yourself be taken

The winds of life have not yet shaken

Thee.

The other leaves find you absurd

But you live on in poetic word.

The last to fall the last to leave

For you there is reprieve

I will take a second look

And press you forever into my book.

(C) Slumpless

Incy Wincy

Torpedo love bore holes in my comfortable life
Now I can’t remember how I ever enjoyed being alone
Torpedo love, blew away the cobwebs in my soul.
But there is still a spider. Incy. Wincy.
Ever so slowly. Ever so softly.
Torpedo love turned me to goo
But the arachnid is you.
Too late now for me. Too late.
I cannot move. I can feel its breath.
Torpedo love is made for death.
(C) Slumpless

Poultice

You make me mean. Unclean.
I want to wash off the hateful things I say
Make them go away.
You bring out my demons. The ones I hold inside
The ones I successfully hide.
From everyone. But you.
You are a poultice on this ravaged heart.
Right from the very start.
I know you. I know you well.
You are my hell.
Only because we’re cut from the same dough.
The same heart. The same head.
We’re both gingerbread.
Except it’s not the crocodile that eats us.
We eat each other up whole.
Heart to soul.

Donkey Brain

I’m better with just a whisper of you in my life

The feint tinge of your delicious breath on my neck

Any more of your air and I don’t care

About me. About them.

About anything.

Just a whisper of potential is the carrot to my donkey brain

Stops me going insane.

Too much of you is a gas chamber

A clamber to get out.

The overwhelming sensation of being overcome.

So don’t shout. Don’t talk.

But if you must.

Whisper. Whisper. Whisp…

(C) Slumpless