A form shifts from mighty spit; fermented knowledge.
Across our land these feet will sift, isolating ignorance
To this world, a gift, skin holding potent opinion.
Encephalon encased in cogitation, thought born
To burn through waste made from infantile contemplation.
A cerise snake slithers through grey; cerebral circulation,
With intelligence it’s stained, rusting the cave of veins.
Plotting mischief, flesh is torn and split; by way of swift tricks,
Life is drained of blessed crimson; a torpid ocean of wit
Spilled into cursed vases. A liquid meant to pass lips,
To share what was been gifted; mixed with honey drips,
A nectar sweet mead conceived by the passion of ugly greed.
Given to gods, and accomplished artisans to savor and drink.
While lesser beings taste that which has been excreted.

-SLuR

The same smoldering sun beats heavy in our burning chests,
And the same shimmering moon pulls at our wayward tides.
Yet still, we find our eyes hold these vastly different skies.

Maybe one day our clouds will connect into endless fields of rain,
Or our star-clung wishes will grow faint as we forget, once desire fades.
All these sunrises, and sunsets s t r e t c h and blend inside my veins.

I’m waiting countless days, just to see your face once before you go away.

-SLuR

Face entwined in plastic lines,
Neck of twine and foggy mind.
This air is mine, as time declines
I feel okay, I feel alright
As pain and panic climb up high.
My lungs constrict and
Twiggy arms twist;
Tied behind, restricted movement
I can feel myself slip,
This is it, this is it
My body rejects but gives in.
Muted gasps play behind music,
I feel okay, I feel sick
Then suddenly it rips,
And my tongue tastes air of ****
Withered lungs savor it, as
Bittered buds cry with spit.
No tears emit from judging eyes,
No 'why's or cries, just familiar quiet.
I'm fine, I'm fine just leave me in silence.

I could never do anything right.

Caught
Distraught
Endured the pain for naught
Escape is my godly crutch
Into eyes my fingers push
Make me blind from all that hurts
Failure.
Failure
Failure.
Reel away this deadly lure
Let me swim in the unfamiliar
Just give me something good for once
This pain, this pain I've had enough
Don't clutch my thoughts
I've given up.


Trying so hard to feel god's touch
He eludes me every time
So suffer I must
With sickly mind anchored in dust
My arms too weak to pull it up
I strain to feel some happiness
To love the burn of sunlight's kiss
The moon pulls tides of negative
High, in my skull where demons live
Under waves of complete darkness

I'll find the light
I'll try to live
Coax my aching legs to kick
Move my weak body to swim
Until the tides have given in.

I'm sorry you had to see me so pathetic
Squirming so hectic
I regret it, I regret it
I'll ignore the pain that bores
Beneath eyelids
I'll give myself to the light
And hope I find it

I'll let myself curl up and die
When my body and time decides.
Innately, following Mother's lines.

I could never do anything right.

You weren't supposed to come home tonight.

-SLuR

A gentle touch
That wind blows off.

A piece of dust,
A flake of rust.

A scornful lover's kiss,
Bitter and hard to miss.

A fly on a white wall,
In a room full of frogs.

A crumb, an ant
A shard of glass.

This is all that I have,
This is all that I am.

Roughly,

Nothing.

-SLuR

Mantles mimic maternal movements,
Moving meticulously, meshing
Mobile muscle material and minerals.
Merely mocking mothers;
Methodically milking maintenance
Mapped to membranes of man.
Mildly moaning musical magic,
Melting mutual matter.

-SLuR

I want to plant sunflowers,
Eight feet tall, with thick stems.
Sun-praising guardians
Who'll show me where the light is.

I want to be your sunflower,
Five feet tall, and frail
I'll wrap you in delicate leaves,
Withering and pale.

I want to plant sunflowers,
Who’ll bow their heads at night
As they trek through a dreamland
Guiding away all the fright.

I want to be your sunflower
But I’m not strong enough.
Can’t stand the heat from the sun,
Didn’t grow from the nutrients
Of love.

I want to be your sunflower.
Shower you in healing rays,
Give you sun-drop kisses,
Light the darkness that makes
You afraid.

I want to be your sunflower,
But I’m only a ****.
Sitting amongst the ones I grew,
Hoping you’ll pick me.

-SLuR

I sleep hoping to find that when I wake this is a dream,
That my veins are seams to some other human being.
That one day my words won’t cling to my teeth,
And my tongue won’t be a platform for broken speech.

Let this skin not be a larva bound to grow from ****,
But to form into a pupa of beautiful metamorphosis;
I want to shed from a cocoon and emerge a butterfly
And for once be held in the beholder’s elusive eye.

Strip from me this visage, this form, this sin;
All the ugliness that penetrates my surface, and writhes within.
Purge me from my own skewed expectations,
And I shall be renewed, a fetus cleansed- born again.

-SLuR