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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Goddess



I followed the wind today
If it can make haste 
Then so must I.
I rode its unpredictable back
An elemental goddess in my prime.

I moved with the leaves
Swept willingly along the path.
They danced jigs around my feet, my head
I was crowned their Queen. 
Me? A Queen!

I felt all the power of the gusts inside me.
A whirling dervish, hovering above ground
Nothing but the sound of leaf adulation
Oh what a sound!

Yesterday I trudged through mud
Pulled my collar up against the draught
Sighed as the leaves stuck to my shoes.
Heard nothing but howling.
But today at last I will not freeze
I will harness the power of that wonderful breeze.

(c) Slumpless

To the last crumb

She finished the very last piece of her cake

Not a morsel left on the plate.

“She’d lick it clean,” You said.

“If she could”.

You said this like it was a bad thing.

I wonder does she live her life this way ?

To the the last crumb ?

You could make stuffing from all the half arsed things I’ve done.

Lick it clean. Finish the cake.

Life is short for goodness sake.

(C)Slumpless

Masochist



And I forgot you
Or rather, my skin did
And that was what my mind needed too
To not need you.
There were no longer welts of desire on my breasts
It's all for the best
I suppose.
Who knows ? 
Me. I do. I knew.
I do feel lighter..brighter
And I wonder how I could have ever let myself become so weak?
Bleak.
Those languid, legs of yours
Draped over mine. Drinking wine.
As if you really wanted to own me
Phoney. Fake. Take. Take. Break.
I thought I was in control.
but I lost my soul
All the things that gave me joy
Abandoned for a boy. A toy. A thief.
Because you stole from me. You did.
Every last quid. Every piece of gold that made me bold.
Then you handed out crumbs to a starving heart.
Knowing I would play the part.
Dangle 
Trying to wrangle 
Food from your palms.
Morsels of loving goodness that I would lap up like a cat.
But there was no love. Just game.
I was another name.
Another crazy girl.
Because that's what you'll tell the next one
As I beg for you to keep me in your life.
You'll roll you eyes at her about how lame I am.
And she'll laugh a little.Nervously like I did.
She'll wonder.
Ponder. But only for a minute
Because you won't let her think. Not for a second.
You will smother her with your weighty arms
All those little love charms.
And by the time the truth hits her ears
There will be too many tears.
Anyway it all comes out in the end.
And that's when you run.
No more fun.
Not when we all see you for what you do..
Oh but the return to peace from pieces
Is worth the hiss. 
The calm bliss of a mind not tormented by a million questions
To which you shrugged. 
The worst part is that I thought I had no limits.
No quits. That I was the definition of a masochist.
I couldn't be a heroine ?
Addict. Addicted.
To you.
But suddenly it stopped. 
You dropped like a bag of stones. Bones.
Off my radar you went. When you had spent
me.
And I guess I'm glad.
Because I don't feel sad.
I feel nothing. Nothing.
I was after all. Nothing.
To you.
(c) Slumpless

Pinch by pinch

“This too shall pass”
That’s what they say.
But they haven’t felt one of my minutes
Lived in my skin.
What time is it ? Nearly there ?
My life is crawling, sprawling.
Every half breath takes longer than your sighs.
I can’t see the light.
Not when my immersion is absolute.
Sublime darkness some might say…
Not me.
Squid ink in my pores.
I’m suffocating but not because of silence.
Every word you ever uttered is pinned to my every inch.
Pinch. Pinch. Pinch.
I’m edging my way forwards but it hurts like hell.
I’ll never do this again.
I can’t.
(C) Slumpless

Whino

I poured the last shred of myself into getting you back

Dredged the pit and found the last scrap of pride

Withered but worthy of words

Silence. Silence. Silence.

Now I feel absurd.

And I have to question this need for your presence.

This scramble to make you see.

Because when I have you it is not joy in my heart

But fear.

I am always waiting for you to cast your shadow on my face

For you to spit me out without swallowing.

A connoisseur of vintage whines.

Love me. Love me. Love me.

Ughhh I hate myself more than you could.

Better maybe to stay shut up.

Shut me out.

I think I would.

(C)Slumpless

Smile

Better to hide under a stone

Alone.

Can a human hibernate ?

I would if I could.

But endless life just gets in the way of what I need.

This greed.

For sleep. For sleep. For nothing.

Can’t a person just be for fuck’s sake ?

Without the wake ?

Not forever just a while.

Until I can smile…

Or pretend to.

(C) Slumpless