Ostrich

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I have paid the price for a half-life

A half thought.

A relationship fraught.

Together ? Or not?

He loves you. He loves you not.

Make a decision for f#*%k’s sake.

The ground won’t shake.

Then maybe we would have been ok.

Better rounded. Our depression unfounded.

Oh what a burden to carry

Did they mean to marry?

Wishing they would divorce

It couldn’t get any worse.

Not for me. Not for us.

A life undefined.

Something terribly wrong but not on paper

Never on paper. Too black and white.

Enough with this shite.

It’s not right. It never was.

Were you trying to protect us?

Or was it yourselves you were trying to save?

Neither one of you brave..

Enough. Enough.

Only now I can move on

Try not to do the same wrongs.

You’re still ostriches though

At least you’ll be grand

With your heads in the sand.

Not us. Definitely not me.

The blinkers are gone

The things I always believed , the same old song

No more. No more.

I want more.

So much more.

(c) Slumpless

 

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Witch Way

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Can I dabble in you?

Stick my spoon in and sift through the liquids of your soul?

Your cauldron will bubble

Skin, nails, stubble.

I will scoop at the good bits make them float to the top

But just as you boil over

I will stop.

Simmer. Simmer. Simmer.

You know I go witch way.

That the follicles of your heart

Are mine to control

Along with your soul

And every other inch.

Pinch. Pinch. Pinch.

A bit of this and that

Added to the mix

Stirring you up

You’re froth. Broth.

Moth to my flame.

Bubble. Bubble. Pop.

(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

Were Wolf

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Can I be kinder to myself this time ?

Not go looking for cotton in a cement wall

Please don’t let one word,undo me again.

I have to be brick this time.

I don’t need a wolf at my door to tell me he can blow me down.

Don’t let me read into it all

Because I do, you know.

I think that it means something.

That the universe is pushing us together

But maybe it’s just testing my new home.

Maybe it’s the final test

Before I put you to rest

The final howl

The final growl

When you were wolf

And I was moon.

(c) Slumpless

 

 

 

Animal

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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

For me.

You can’t hold on,you see?

I am earth and sky.

I walk. I fly.

Unable to be pinned.

Tuna not tinned.

Free

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)

Scrambled Legs

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You scrambled my legs

Macerated my brains

I’m all sorts of jam but no preserve.

 

You liquefy the bones of me

Turn my organs to pulp.

I can’t speak. I gulp.

 

With just a lick and a nibble

All I can do is dribble.

I’ve turned into quite the fool

Standing in a pool of drool.

(c) Slumpless

 

 

Unfurling

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I broke the corners of my soul 
And gave you those lonely edges
They tasted like me you said
Mostly good but tainted with need.
'Is that bad?' I said.
'Needing?'
You laughed.
'It will be your undoing.'
You were right of course.
And as I unfurl the remainder of my curled up love
I see it is blackened by our plight.
(c) Slumpless