I'm drowning in bacon grease,
I can hear the pigs begin to screech,
All I can taste is suffering.
Sizzling, in sync with the screams.
Porcine faces gobble down strips,
Off their brows thick sweat drips.
Filling their troughs, and packing their bowls
They fill themselves with aromatic herbs.
Greedily licking flavor from the tips
Of their fingers,
While stealing from their neighbor,
Who is stealing from their neighbor,
They always return the favor
It's part of their piggy nature.

While I burn in the pan, they snort
And laugh at the poor man.

-SLuR

Roaches crawl underneath my skin,
I peel it back to see within,
Blackened organs, dripping with rot,
Barbed wire lungs, and a heart made of rock.
Stomach full of acid, climbing up my throat
Hear it sizzle in my mouth, as I start to choke.
Intestines full of waste, great reflection of the bin
Where it's all held in, saved for later to be tasted.

**** moves "north" when you're hanging upside down,
A smile from a frown, you'll never be satiated,
Have some bran, and wear your crown,
Your porcelain throne is patiently waiting.
All hail the king, of the lonesome and the hating
Feed us please, excrete your propaganda
We'll believe, because we have no other agenda.
On our knees, ready to be bathed,
Wash our brains, in your venomous hate.

-SLuR

I am Hephaestus,
Festering,
Alone in my home
Of infidelity. Pestering,
My goddess, my queen,
With pleas, that I may reach
And touch her beauty,
That my ears may hear her sing.
Hoping I could snake my way
Around her olive tree,
With the courage of Athene.
She's the amor in the air,
Armored by her disgusted stare.
And I'm ensnared. Tangled,
In her hair. Amongst dead roses,
And broken mirrors, I repair.
Mending what was never there.
Convincing myself I'm not impaired.

I am Hephaestus,
Festering,
In this forge.
I'm scorched,
By my heart's
Endless scourge.

-SLuR

Amidst the darkness in the sky,
I see a yellow butterfly.
Carefully, I catch it.

Only to find,
when I opened my hands,
It was never in my grasp.

-SLuR

I just want to leave this place,
We can be cowboys
In outer space,
Or race, Vicious Red Dragons,
And start practicing magic.
Let's go jump
From planet to planet.
We can dance to some Bebop,
Or do the bunny hop.
Let's wait for time to stop,
And gravity to let go.
So we can float to the moon,
Before it explodes.
The astral gate
Should be opening soon.
It's our fate, to escape this
Wretched place,
Let it get lost in the lunar rain.
Bursting the seams
Of the universe,
Let us see,
who can break through first.
I'll see you again
In another dimension,
Let's get lost,
No asking for directions.

-SLuR

I drown in burning waves,
Lick it up, savor the taste
In an ocean of *** from spain,
My heart's become numb to pain.

I'm sitting on a plain,
Where flowers were so nicely lain.
Only picking up the weeds,
To my heart their beauty speaks.

With a fistful
Of dandelions and daisies,
If I asked you to be my lady,
Would you perhaps, at least, say maybe?

Soaked, full of alcohol and ego
I pretend, that I'm not damaged
And scared of people.
Like I don't enjoy drinks the size
Of the sea,
And find beauty in the ugliest of weeds.

-SLuR

Uneasy nerves,
Crawl under flaws.
That show themselves
In a head full of fog.
Incoherent thoughts
Build up and clog
Releasing themselves,
As they turn the knobs-
The faucets.
That hold emotions,
They unlock it.
My eyes cry oceans
And I'm gone- forgotten.
I don't belong...
I'm rotten.
How could I be enough
For someone I long to touch,
When they're made out of so much
Beauty and perfection,
And all I'm made of is dejection?
My heart is scarred with rejection,
It never wears protection.

I bet his refusal tastes like heaven.

-SLuR

Clinical cures coat crippled conditions conceiving clouds Christianity created, conditioning chaos; creases coursing callous conclusions. Crammed craniums clot contentment's calls, crying coldly carrying contempt cushioned crudely, crossing countless countries.

Collectively cursing creation.

-SLuR

Creating clouds from my mouth that float up with my head
Hazy skies cover our land, hiding us from Them.
Feast on fungus, change your size
All that you see is a lie
Caged behind the smile that stretches miles wide.
I see in azure and feel like ash,
Face unfamiliar, not similar to any plant
Tear a hole in my lungs,
As my mouth's inclined to ask

Who
Are
You?

And you reply in stringed sentences,
Not quite answering the question I intended.
Maybe my head's all fogged up and my brain snuffed out,
Perhaps I've lost track of time because I never count
But I think we've reached infinity,
Your eyes weaved in and out of your being.
Fleeting thoughts and feelings,
Ephemeral sounds.
My mouth creates smoky clouds
Who am I?
Who are we?
Am I me?

Who...

Are
You?

Who who, who who?

-SLuR

Waterfall eyes watching
Kaleidoscope skies,
Clouds blend into blue,
My tongue dances for you
Behind grinding teeth,
Where my secrets creep.
Your tongue invades eagerly,
As your poison slowly seeps
Graces my cheeks,
And crawls down my throat.
A fatal kiss that pulls me
To another world,
Tried to pay the toll, but
I can't figure this out.
There's a bad taste in my mouth
And all my emotions flew down south.
Even though it's not winter,
On my spine I feel a shiver
Dancing down my vertebrae
As you pick, my scrambled brains.
My mind served on a silver plate,
Your forks scratch and scrape
At fragile tissue
That drives me insane.
Matter that I misuse
Worrying about trivial issues.
Following the yarn to the ball,
To unravel it all.
The source of my pain
Reduced to nothing but string.



I don't care what they say,
You're still fun to me.

-SLuR

I was born of nothing
But an inkling of lust
Coaxed by liquor,
And notions of love.
Filthy lies of love.
There was never any love,
But it proved to be enough.

I was conceived of nothing
But thoughts of intimacy-
No. Invasion of privacy
Brought about by body heat
A byproduct of talking *****
And drinking forties, combined
With whatever they were snorting.

What a lovely story,
Fit for fairytales
Of ***** and ale.
The naked devil
Baring all of his evils.

I was born of nothing
But intoxicated 'loving'.

-SLuR

Tar fills my lungs,
As thick as molasses
Never-ending coughs,
Fogging up your glasses,
Milky white eyes,
Saucers I'd drink from.
Fill me with your lies,
Watch them stick to my insides.

We dance in this smoke, with four left feet
Our ears are bleeding, so we make up a beat
We snort our sugar, to prevent rotten teeth
But our mouths are still riddled with cavities.
I scheduled an appointment for a lobotomy,
To drain my brain from these thoughts,
And alter reality.

If I told you we were lost,
Would you stay here with me?
I don't know north from south,
Or my west from my east.
And sometimes in this forest,
I hear the animals scream.
If it didn't hurt so much,
I'd swear it was a dream.

-SLuR

Incense smoke swirling slowly, fragrance fusing fully with the way the air is waving,
Distorting distant drawn out paths of pleasant perfume,
With waving wands welded to wrists,
Reinventing the rhythmic route of roughly soft ripples,
Hazy halos hovering hastily over head,
Soon smothered in smoky, sweetly-scented silence,
Breathing breaths of bittersweet,
Inching inconspicuously into inspiration,
Vanishing behind the veil of vivid visions,
Emitting ephemeral emotions of elation.

-SLuR

Double pump,
Money shot.
Fragments caught
On eager tongue,
Put another record on.
Coffee's strong,
Something's wrong
Body's gone
And I'm alone,
Staring through
Magnetic
Windows,
That never have
Anything to show.
Emptiness,
For an empty soul.
My body's a hole
Where emotions go,
To slowly grow.
Parasites.
Disease.
Feeding on me,
Excreting
Negativity.
Rid me of these,
Useless
Necessities.

-SLuR

Freaks for poetry,
Writing endlessly,
Letter after letter,
Word after word.
Emotions severed,
And put on a page
On display, for the world.
Can you see their soul?
It's sewn between their works.
Fibers of their being, they
Generously let you see.
Words in their minds,
That express their feelings,
Their opinions,
Or even fantasies.
Parts of them, we get to keep,
Sometimes their words,
Are what we need.
To inspire, or relate to.
(Words make a great escape too.)
It's always a new experience,
The work of a poet is mysterious,
Will my mind fill with joy,
Or will these lines bring me tears?
Will these words make me crumble,
Or provoke my thoughts to creep?
They open up to strangers,
'Cause deep inside,
We're all freaks.

-SLuR

I used to burn,
With fervor and ferocity
Wickedly thrashing my smoldering tongue
Melting away
All your sordid
Imperfections.
With a flame so intense
I would blind myself
To all of your wrongs.
You'd write them off
As pecadilloes,
And pick me fragrant flowers,
Presenting a bouquet of
Nervousness and lies
Underneath the weary willows,
Who weeped for me,
Although I didn't know why.
I was vibrant then,
Still blistering and fierce.
Burning you, and you savored it.
Elated, in a lover's perdition.
Exhausting my resources,
Extinguishing my flame.
You savored it.
Until I was nothing but ash,
Dancing around you with the wind.

I used to burn
Uncontrollably
With hunger,
You fed me until
I had enough.
Then you left
Me there,
Snuffed.

-SLuR

I close blind eyes and slip into sleep,
My mind is so inclined to present me with dreams.
Blissful scenes, of something so sweet
Lips made of clouds and cotton candy.
Pillows for my own, for passion to hold
Tongues that twist, for lust to unfold.
Bodies made of heat, that melt into one
And moans that fill the air like a gentle song.
In the middle of the night, my thoughts of you become undone.

-SLuR

Sticky, greedy fingers,
Hand stuck in the honey jar,
Again, for the fifteenth time this week.
So eager to consume regurgitated garbage,
It's not even organic, fifty percent corn syrup.
Blood thick, slowly running through engorged veins,
Fat and ready to pop, like an expectant mother,
Or a piñata, bursting forth with sugary delight.
Blood dripping like icing from the tips of your fingers.
Your tongue readily available to lick it away.
Sticky, greedy fingers,
Lingering in your mouth, teeth full of craters
Fragile like wafers.

-SLuR

My veins
Are the roots embedded in Her soil,
I confess to Her ever-watching moon
And it smiles.
Her tides are both elysian waves
And eternal damnation.
All the sinners hide in darkness watching angels
Floating on the surface.
Trees are Her many hands that reach out to touch us
Proof that She's there,
A reminder that She cares.
That She dies with us
When we're in harsh winters,
When our bones are brittle and aching
She too aches.
She teaches us that life cycles,
That those frigid winters will thaw
And life will start again.
A fresh spring in our hearts.
I will not die only once,
I have already felt death's touch.
I am not who I was, nor who I will be.
Just like Her, She will break.
She will change.
She will wither away.
But She will never leave us.
Unforgiving, merciless, and unfair
She'd take our fragile lives as quickly as she gave it.
The Mother of all and their destroyer
She is both god and the devil.
She'll guide our souls through her rivers
Into her holy, ****** ocean.

I live within Her, and She within me.

-SLuR

A body in a gallery,
Never to be seen.
Cracked. Scarred. Ugly.
I wish it wasn't me.
Paint a lovely picture,
I'll call it grotesque.
He makes me feel beautiful,
Just like he'll do with the next.

-SLuR

When the wind winds down
I want to die with it.
When darkness embarks on a cloud
I want to cry with it.
Because its tears aren't enough
To quench the thirst of our Mother,
And the fleeting songs the air sings
Reminds me of a fleeing lover.
Coming back now and
Again to touch her
To remember her curves,
Her structure.

When I see trees withering in spring
I can feel my soul dry up and shrivel.
Death flowering, in a garden of our drivel.
How careless we are as people,
Perceiving things without thought
As lesser beings.
When our hearts only beat because of the life they bring.

I feel like garbage, when I see it on the street
Like the world is a trashcan, full of humanity.
We are ****. We are useless. We are incomplete
When our souls don't communicate
On nature's frequency.

I want to give my life,
To save our dying planet
But my soul is tarnished
By what we've done to Her.
We should all just die
To save our Mother.

-SLuR

I want to kiss you.
I want to feel your downy lips
Pressed gently against my own.
I crave to feel them part like the
Earth's mantle
Revealing your core
That is wet, hot, and squirming.
I desire to taste your sweet
Honeyed saliva,
To satiate
The sweet tooth
Of my lust.

I want to grip you
As if I were holding onto my own soul
As it tried escaping from my body.
Like it was the end of the world
And we only had each other
To look to for affection
In our final moments of existence.

I thirst to look into your dewy eyes,
That reflect my own feelings
A mixture of desire and fear.
I want to drink in your wanton stare
And get intoxicated by it.



And we'll fall, drunkenly.
Inebriated from life for the first time.
We'd roll around together
Laughing.
The sound
Muffled and obscured,
By the pressing of our lips
And the movement
Of our tongues.
Our bodies would contort,
As we grasped at clothes
Out of instinct.
We'd feel hot
And constricted,
Taking deeper and deeper breaths
As we kissed.
Still waiting,
For the world to end.

-SLuR

It left me behind,
When I was an infant.
I felt immortalized
Hanging in frozen threads of time,
But those moments weren't mine.
Memories of a stranger in stranger moments,
That I can't recall even if I forced it.

I remember being five, in kindergarten
Counting hours like they were years
Anxious to age, to quicken the pace
Not knowing I would wish for those days,
To taste the breath of a child again
To hold it in my lungs and get high off the past.

It feels like just yesterday I was in class,
Happily working on math,
Sixteen years old
Feeling like an ancient soul.
Time was gold, glittering and bold.
Valuable, but I didn't know,
Wasting my seconds focused on
Things that didn't matter
Not giving myself a chance to have fun and be a disaster.

Older now and full of regrets,
Three months pass in a matter of seconds.
If I want to feel life I have to go out and get it.
Catch the arms of a clock and forget.

But it left me behind,
Soon I will die
Wishing that time
Didn't learn how to fly.

-SLuR

Death denied me devastation.
Itches instilled in ivory skin,
Scratching scabs and scars.
Harshly harden this heart
Baring all, believing I belonged
Repeatedly rejected. Red rivers roar
To touch the tassels of time 'til
I'm going, going, gone...

I'll drag this smoke straight through my bones.

-SLuR

I had held you,
At some point in time
I know that are bodies were embracing.
That we were entwined with the stars
Making constellations with our figures
As your eyes danced while you slept.
My stomach was tying itself in knots,
So the caterpillars and butterflies wouldn't escape
They were so frantic,
Like my insides had been set alight
And they were drowning in the smoke
That had dried my vocal chords,
Robbing me of my words.
My mind had forced me to remember
Every sprinkle of freckles on your body,
Every scraggly hair that adorned it
And rubbed against my face,
As I dug my grave deeper in your chest.
I had held you,
In the winter, but it felt like hell
Fiery and treacherous,
I had convinced myself
That it was the fire of love
Burning passionately in my wax heart,
But it had already melted away by then.
The flame eating away at the oxygen in my chest
Void of the love that would cradle me like a child,
Branding hate that felt like open sores.
I had held you.
I kept you in my arms
Selfishly refusing to throw you back once I had caught you,
Expending your life like a fish gasping for water.
You had died
And what replaced you beared no resemblance
To anything I thought I had known.
I had held you
And you pried my arms open
Leaving me to hug the wind as it cried out with my soul.
I had held you,
And I hold you still.
Embracing the ghost of you
As its eyes dance behind its eyelids.

-SLuR

Your words cling to me,
Like dense smoke hanging in the air,
You penetrate my skin, like a piece of cloth
Your scent remains for hours,
Days,
Years.

Covered in your odor, stitched throughout my seams,
Your smell permeates through the skin it's tattooed in.
Leaving olfactory marks and scented scars,
Whenever the wind is called upon.
And I fall, tearing myself apart
Pieces of worn fabric, stretched so thin
That it's almost see through, when put up against the sun.
And you stitch me back together, just adding another layer.

Reimagining my existence,
You've made me something new,
Just a flesh sweater scented with layers of you.

-SLuR