The worst nights aren’t the one’s Where your sobbing into your blanket Over a collection of your favourites songs It’s the one’s where just shrug it off Unable to bring up any kind of emotion “No surprise, girls will be girls, boys will be boys” When so much aching’s rollercoasting around you That you can’t cope with living any other way Living with that overflowing contentment It’s like a spoon full of Cavonia for your cough Pain stops becoming inconvenient And becomes inevitable
I’ve never thought of it so bleak before But as I’m coming up to act of my 20’s I’ve got to sit down and ask honestly Can I ever find love before I hit the grave? Lnc0
I love all the poems I wrote today like….. they’re fucking wank, but experiments, like i’m slowly giving these ideas a go so maybe it’ll be like “Shit,,, less shit,,, allright” then “GOOD!” but you do have to write some proper stinkers to get to “good”
Fuck off is too harsh Bug off is a little clean Piss off is quite mean Get off is too obtuse
What do I say to someone like you? Who tippy toes On Channel 4 exclusive fairy tales With your eyes shut
Twat doesn’t imply your sweet touch Angel ignores your stubborn nature Idiot for goes that you planned it this way Evil hints at an intent you’re incapable of
My friends are way to critical But I was way too lenient Is there no word to strike that balance For what you gave me, then took back
Do I just steal one to be artsy? Tell you too Kiss Off Tell you to Fade Away Tell you to Flock Off Or go back on what I said with Fuck Off? There’s just no word
Or do I get descriptive and say “Go suck on the pride you earnt Until your teeth go rotten” …But what the fuck does that even mean?
You y’know what? I’m giving this too much thought So I’ll leave you with this
“Kiss my ass, cos you’ll be missing it before long”
It’s always at the festive time of year Do the jokers just wait till now to be dealt out? Just a jack of Christmas shopping in my hand The he goes ahead and gives me THAT!?
A flashback or two brushing me by Weather from two years, two months Or hell even two seconds ago Despite existing on different times and context There’s one thing that binds them all And it’s they all feel the need to whip out that look Not even by choice, as if something compels them As they skirt on by in and out my life
Weather I loved them Weather I used them Weather I adored them Weather I loathe them Weather I’d beg them back Weather I’d take a plane to get away No matter what That look prevails
But what It means I’ll never know Does it mean you wanna stop me And ask me if it’s going okay? Or is it the fear I’d do the same Is it roar to keep my distance Or a way to beckon me near Did you recognize me from the get go? Or did it take you a second or two?
It always feels like it’s more then the face What’s brought you all back again? Have I got a lesson to learn Or are you vindication I’ve already learnt it?
Lnc0
Uploading the crappy doodles I do with my poetry? Fuck it why not? FUCK IT
Looking back on my poems now vs. my poems in November….. WHOA where did all this self-confidence come from!? ….Oh yeah the fact i’m writing good poems again :L
art takes hours to produce and seconds to consume so dont act suprised when artists get upset when their posts only get likes and no reblogs
similarly a piece of writing that takes a few minutes to read could have weeks of work behind it… dont take creativity for granted when ur getting it for free
Don’t let anyone tell you Caffine isn’t a proper drug, I’ve had like 12 cups of tea in 1 hour and I’m seeing fucking swirls on the wall man
Domestic Poetry 