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Shipping Real Life People

I feel the inferno of your glare
Leaving coffee rings in the back of our heads
You’re franticly checking your script
Up and down, Up and down, of course it doesn’t match
But you bask in all our moments
The way we synchronise
The bloom of our strobe lights
Making all the features of a broken England
Feel a little more tolerable the next day

Gagging for a next chapter
This can’t be the cut off point
Hiding all the little developments
For the sequel that’ll never come
But you yell, that we entwine better
Then a grandma’s Christmas sweater
There’s no way it could be possible
Outside the hand in hand sunset context

If there’s no hope for us
Then what chance have you got?
If we can’t patch up
Then what hope do you and her have?

Programmed by bestsellers
A middle aged nostalgic retrospective
The coming together of aching exs
To reclaim a lagging present
I hate to burst your bubble
But we’ve never been a slave to narrative
We were never gonna be normal
Just the way we were born I spose

Tearing up and gasping for air
Rainbows reflecting from the moonlight
Because if we can’t make
Then who the fuck can?
Maybe no one really can
And ain’t that bloody typical

If there’s no hope for us
Then what chance have you got?
If we can’t patch up
Then what hope do you and him have?

Dear Sophie 3

I did my last gig at the SKOPT today, that’ll be the last club meeting the crutch has been cast aside, anything I do now has to be off my own ass and back, geez that’s horrifying I’m already predicting horrible fates in my future. But I was happy to see you could turn up, sorry I didn’t speak to you for the longest time, I was trying my hand at being social, making sure I keep these people as friends considering there’s no obligation for them to ever speak to me again! But luckily for you familiarity will always win against me in the game of strangers, so I naturally found myself hanging out by the wall with you by the end of the night

“Shit man I fucked tha-”
“Shut the fuck up man” You immediately interjected “You did great, I’ve never seen you with such fire in your eyes in such a long time man, don’t let this slip through your fingers, do THIS forever”
You dunno how much I needed that, if anything your only bad thing you said was about the poem I did itself
“Your way to kind to that girl with your words, she doesn’t deserve it”
I decided to get my jacket and head to Purple Dog asap, I don’t want to have THIS debate with you again, fuck it lets get smashed

Mad for it ALLWAYS
Lnc0

Wow, england is fucking dead to me. Well done tory voters, you all voted for this, as far as i’m concerned the blood of all them innocent children are on your hands too. Fucking incredible

Damn just came back from my local poetry groups last meeting! Which ended in an amazing poetry slam, god fuck man Colchester really does have some stellar tallent in it’s underbelly and it’s nice to just appreciate all the great people and poets we have here

Also first slam I’ve been too were the winner wasn’t x-factor friendly pusedo-urban bullshit? And actually was won by someone who deserved it, so that’s nice

citizenofastarlesssky:

How do I stop feeling like everyone else? Like I’m walking along the same sidewalk, head down, hands in pockets and following blindly.  Ending up in the same place, waiting in the same endless line, murmuring to the same mindless people.  I lift my brows only slightly and smile only timidly.  I speak only lightly but hear everything loudly.  Sound is like little particles that climb in my ear and settle nicely into my brain.  Some of your voices won’t go away, some of your voices I miss.  Some of your voices make me taste red, like cinnamon, or rage. 
How do I stop feeling like everyone else?  Missing someone.  Vacant. Absorbing into myself until the void spreads. Until I implode.  Until a new star is born. 

Looooovvviiinngg it~

Kinda proud, one of the first time’s I’ve been so out of It I had a real desire to hurt myself today, and I just didn’t, fucking shout outs to progress man