I won’t go where you want me to. Won’t lie where you think I will.
I am always on the sill.
I will stand on your shoulders and when you can no longer bear it
I will take hold of a branch and climb like an ape.
Up, up, up, I will go.
You’re too slow
You can’t hold on,you see?
I am earth and sky.
I walk. I fly.
Unable to be pinned.
Tuna not tinned.
To swim in the sea.
Animal. Cannibal. Bird.
I move with the herd.
You lag behind my friend.
I’m not saying it’s the end.
It’s definitely not the beginning.
Somewhere in the middle.
Somewhere wild and open
Don’t ruin it with ‘hopin’.
(c)Slumpless(originally posted 30.03.17)
Today I spilled right out of my skin
My blood ran over and over
Full of wonderful life
I wanted you all to know what it was like
To look at wind the same way as I do
To see the swirling leaves dance especially for me.
I think I entered a wormhole on my own
Because everyone else was quite forlorn
And when I danced in the rain
They put up their umbrellas.
You tricked me into adoring you
You whispered songs in my ear and kissed my neck
I thought you were a gift
And in those moments I can see
That I rewrote my life for you
And even though I lost the plot
I worked you into my lines
Twisted you through the verses of my ways.
So now that you can walk past me in the street
Without a blink.Without a wink.
I wonder were our pages ever filled?
I called you an eraser before
But now I think you're highlighter.
Because you have shown me the errors of my ways
And though it has been ages and ages
I'm ready to remove you from my pages.
You are barely a quiver on my lip now
Just a sliver of a frown upon my face
The faintest dribble in the corner of my eye
Half a heart murmur on a summer day.
And in a while when all my cells renew
You won’t even be an atom in my soul.
Blue is our colour
Pools of sapphire that light up your face
And my day.
Your soft cerulean jumper.
That I long to touch but never do.
The azure oceans where one day we might swim
But probably never will.
The kind of movie our lovemaking would inspire
Set the world on fire
Put out with my indigo tears.
Yes it’s definitely our colour
And it’s certainly mine
That glacial feeling
When I have to leave
The colour of a dying heart on my sleeve.
I’m chronically in love with you.
” Every step you take, every move you make..”
Oh wait it’s all been done before?
Well this love hasn’t.
My love for you is a thumbprint.
My love for you is like the word that rhymes with orange.
No no not that it doesn’t exist!
It’s sporange ( look it up- I did)
My love for you is like sniffing glue ( I imagine)
It’s hit me in the face like that game. You know … Pie face.
Full throttle to the gob. Exciting. Funny. Runny.
I love you till the cows come home and get milked. Over and over.
I will love you after I sag and before I rot
I will love you in the next world and all the worlds after.
It’s all been done before?
Yep. again and again and again.
Forever. Foralways. For me.
I don’t shave my legs when I come to meet you.
It’s the only way.
My petty vanity will save the day.
Not your wife. Not your child. All the should not’s won’t keep you safe.
It’s those tiny bristles that act like thistles.
Those thorns on my castle.
But I’m no sleeping beauty and your kiss will never wake me up.