Bigger than me

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I lost her to the sea

To something bigger than me

To a pull that would never leave her standing

To a depth that knows no landing

No end. No end.

This pain. This pain.

I’ve lost her to the waves to the roar

To the shipwreck at their shore

I’ve lost my maiden I’ve lost her well

To that navy blue ominous swell.

(c) Slumpless

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Self-flagellation

I’m a lost cause 

The same mistakes over and over

Addicted to the error

Flagellated by the outcome

Just for a taste of sublime wrong

I sing old songs

I get on my own nerves

So I suppose I deserve this

All of this.

And yet maybe I’m making small changes each time

To the words. To the rhyme.

Enough so that I can live with myself.

And maybe all these little changes

Will alter the big picture

And my mistakes will stand up tall and will no longer quiver

And there will come a day when I won’t consider them flaws when I will hit pause and see

That all these things are just part of me

And that the whip I use to beat myself

Is not made of leather but only words

But oh those words can sting

They can cause such harm

Built of old ways and old fears

Ancient rivers sodden with tears.

Tears that no longer run true

But still manage to soak

To turn me into sop.

To muddled mess with dying fish floating at the surface.

I need to set myself free. I need to run to sea.

To disperse into bigger things

To lose my concentration.

Then maybe if I really don’t over think.

I will float instead of …

(C)Slumpless

Black Lips

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My fermenting thoughts, turned you to wine.

Better than grape but not as sweet

Warbling like a stream through my pretty veins

Making me babble like a brook

Black lips, giving you away.

Giving me away.

And though I swirl you about my mouth

I never spit you out.

(c) Slumpless

Soft And Sad 

I will follow you like a whimper

Soft and sad. Slobbering on your shoulder.

You hate the way my nostrils flare 

The way my face puffs when I cry

I’m a useless jelly

A wobbling mass

“Silly Billy.Silly Billy.”

You say it with no hint of light

No glint of love. 

You have nothing else to say.
And I have nowhere else to go.

(C) Slumpless

Rampage

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I’m on a rampage of your soul

I want it all.

Every sliver and quiver of its ethereal light.

If I breathe deeply enough I can swallow it whole

Capture it in the dungeons of my own.

Is it too much to ask that you let me be host?

To that which you cling onto the most?

(c) Slumpless

 

Half-ass Bad-ass

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You’re not really a rebel, are you?

With your skull tattoos and lost soul vibe.

You sit on a bike that you can’t  ride

You smoke pot all the time so you can’t drive.

You walk with a swagger but have no sway

Your ridiculous stories give you away

Your ‘live in the moment’ constant retort

Although you really do nothing of the sort.

You like heavy-metal fine.. ok

You over insist that you’re not ‘gay’

You’re mean though

I’ll give you that.

Shut me out of life

Make me feel like a twat.

You’re a rebel without a reason

I committed no crime or treason.

I wanted you and that was all

Your worst crime was to pretend to fall

You’re full of crap and rather crass

You’re really not a good.. bad-ass.

(c) Slumpless

IVY

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I will never tire of you, just as you are

Sublime perfection, shining in the soft sunshine.

But I can already feel you wilting..tilting towards other flowers

And I have always been ivy

Climbing the walls,

Clinging too tight.

Needing to be ‘cut back’.

They don’t say ‘Ivy power’ do they ?

No.

You hold all the cards petal.

And soon the light will fade.

But where you need heat

I survive in the shade.

(c) Slumpless