On a day like this I go the extra mile
For a smile
A little more lippy
So you can’t see the pain
You might even think I’m vain.
“Nothing wrong with you , you look fine”
But I’m good at faking it
Years of honing
Toning.
I have it down to a fine art.
I play the part well
To conceal my hell.
So if you see my in the street
Please retreat.
I may seem really cheery
But inside I’m nothing but weary.
(C) Slumpless
There is a crack that knows, no repair.
The final blow before you split.
The one that determines whether you can ever look at each other the same way again
How deep is the ridge left in you?
How fractured is your spirit ?
How can you be the same when altered to your foundations?
Careful my dear.
Your silence is hammer
And it wears me down to nothingness.
(C) Slumpless
Every night we learn to die,
to forget the mass of flesh and bone
and travel beyond the realms of our perceived lives.
Every closing of the eyes,we leave and live a million lives.
A jumble of different things
Some formed of unfinished thoughts
Others with nothing we have seen before.
Every night we learn the abandonment of a cage we call home,
Yet we fear the day when there is no return.
So I learn to think of death as I would a house move.
Not as close to those I once lived near but still in their sphere.
Not all alone
But in a new home.
(C) Slumpless
Ah but there were moments
Tossed in golden light
Moments of hands and legs and lips.
Perhaps all is not lost
Am I willing to forsake the black for the white
The dark for the light.
Afterall no one is all sunshine
Certainly not me
And especially not you.
So am I willing to let dogs lie and wake up with fleas?
Just for a shake of the knees ?
Let’s see.
When one is made of stardust..
Never say never.
(C) Slumpless
It’s dire this open fire
This unguarded flame
I will always be the same
Open at the hearth
Allowing you to throw rubbish on my light
You fuel me, yes
But eventually I burn out.
Ah but not without a spark here and there.
Not without some flare.
All I want to do is sleep
Because being without you is being stuck to the hands of a clock
Tick tock.
I feel every second jolt my core
Time isn’t like before.
It used to fly. Remember?
Just yesterday I floated on weightless sand
Upside down in an hourglass
Then right back up again.
Now it’s just circles.
And they never fucking end.
(C)Slumpless
Originally posted Feb 2018
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
