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 Jan 2018 atomic blue
Slur pee
My roof is leaking grey matter, splattered disaster
Scraping, against the grain of my skull.

Slow drip- set in, filling my mouth
Till it bubbles down my throat.

Locked in a chokehold, mock
The dams in my nose as they burst.

I can’t feel hurt, nerves don’t work
Paralyzed emotions feel heavy, all around.

Shelter caved in, weak foundation
Couldn’t stand up to the floods.

I’m left a wreck, cemented
Inside a pool of blood.
Gushing, like a war-torn *****
Spread my eyelids wide open
And show me more.

Expand these clouds that clout me with persistence,
Breaking all that has come into my existence
Inside its heavy rain, inside which, I’m shamed
Named, a parasitic pariah plotting pain.
Children look away, keep your wishes safe
Tethered to the ground so they can’t fly away.
My own ride the melancholic wind that brushes
Against my cheeks in the cold, that hushes
The silence that sneaks upon you as you grow old.

I’ve a homeless heart and a nomad soul,
My body the grave to which they will return.

-SLuR
 Jan 2018 atomic blue
Gia Garcia
He was the sun, and I was the moon.
Without him, I couldn't illume the night.
I took all the darkness, he had morning and noon,
Without each other, the world wasn't right.
He was the fire, and I was the ice.
He'd bring the chaos without thinking twice.
Whatever flesh he burns, I come to aid.
I touch him without ever being afraid.
He was the ground, and I was the sky.
Aware of each other, but turn a blind eye.
He gave me vapor, I gave him the weather;
It was our only way of being together.
He was the mass, and I was the space.
And without hesitation, in my life, he took place.
I let him consume me, I didn't mind, you see,
I was just happy that somebody needed me.
He was he, and I was me.
What a fool I've been to trust and believe
That we need each other, when the sad truth is,
All there has been for us, was to coexist.
For bub
 Jan 2018 atomic blue
Slur pee
Cover me in the pigment of your skin,
Trace my flaws with fingertips and watch as they diminish.
Help me find god, I’ll call to him in a quiver-
A prayer laid in your ears, by a gentle whisper.
Snake your arms around my spine as it slithers into shivers.

Twist my frame into a beggar,
“Please, sir, I want some more.”
You’re a giver to the paupers,
Benevolent and adored;

Paint me as many pictures, in many forms
Create something beautiful for others to behold
With your talent and your care, your body and your words.

-SLuR
 Jan 2018 atomic blue
Slur pee
Dreams crack against the harsh reality
That you could be woven from all their mysteries,
A tangible piece to the incomplete- me;
Expand the horizon and let my nomad mind see
Her eyes on the screen, playing open heart surgery
Wipe it off against my sleeve, let it bleed, and repeat.
I’m unsheathed, by your gentle personality;
Frightening vulnerability yet through my veins runs Bravery,
Towards falls and leaps, like counted sheep
Or my chest when you speak as I inch to sleep.
I know, I’m weak and tend to cling
With suffocating, cellophane tendencies
But, a person like you causes static electricity
And I’m drawn to your spark like a pupil is to beauty,
How a dream seeks a mind, how you sought mine.
A person like you is just inclined
To open a soul’s window blinds.

-SLuR
 Dec 2017 atomic blue
Slur pee
Leave me be, underneath your heavy gaze
Your face I fail to see, as it fogs up in a haze.
Yet you stay lingering, our reflections the same;
If I trace what I hate would you ******* disgust?
Iron and rust, blood churned to acid inside guts.

You’re a part of me, in each heartbeat
You’re a part of me, you I secrete  
You’re apart from me, sans suffering
Apart from me you can do nothing.

I feel your embrace, prodding fingers through my shame;
Pull them out to erase the remnants of your blame.
Your palms dyed red through my bloodshed, insist again
I’m one of them; a demon shedding hell as if it’s skin,
Pick my scabs and my vices to let infectious sin in.

You’re a part of me, in each heartbeat
You’re a part of me, you I secrete
You’re apart from me, sans suffering
Apart from me you can do nothing.

You’re a part of me, the pain inside my screams
You’re a part of me, replayed on eyelid screens
You’re apart from me, sans suffering
Apart from me you shall do nothing.

Apart from me you can’t do a thing, sans suffering.
(Sans suffering)

-SLuR
i want my poems to have teeth.  
i want my words to cut,
to maim, to bleed.
with verses, i will raze
empires. with stanzas,
i will turn thrones to dust.
with nothing but a bit
of silver on my tongue,
i will take the life of god.

i’ll ply that same *****
like honey, taste the sweet
nothings dripping
between knocking knees.
quake and quiver for me,
let me slip, furtive
as nightshade
to sate your curiosity.

feel the weight of veracity
in these fingers patiently
transcribing forgotten melodies,
compressing ivory keys
to sing of all that was lost
and what was gained
from the process.
An ode to words given form.
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