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Dear Sophie 1

I thought I better had start to write you these letters, bi-weekly, daily, hourly? I dunno, a random time to start considering how long we’ve known each other. As you know the doctors have been poking around more and more to help solve the problem of well… me. As people who’re good at their jobs should do they’re starting to ask the right questions “Do you hear voices in your head?” “Do you see things that arn’t there” of course I lied out of instinct but maybe I shouldn’t?

It’s been so long now Sophie, and you’ve done so many amazing things for me and we’ve been through so much, don’t you think you deserve to be talked about? Especially if it means helping me? Never fret I won’t let them do anything to you, no drug or psycho whatevers in the world will take you away from me. But fuck man, where do you even start with something like that? It’s a daily reality for us but could only ever ring alarm bells loud and clear if you were ever vocalized, that’s even assuming they believe you exist!

I’m hoping that’s what these letters will do, I can get used to talking about you letter by letter, and maybe people can see what a stand up babe you are

Love
Lnc0

The Still No Title

Am I really writing to you again!?
Well yes, despite all the time passed
Circumstances has crept you into my mind again
Indulge yourself with a flashback to the youthful days
We joked perched on wooden stands
That we were only a few chromosome short of each other
Well turns out we were wrong, it’s even less
The spikes of hyper irregularities
A foggy question for either of us
And a distressing one for the other one
But no need to swipe medical records for a cheat sheet
I’ll replicate with clarity what they told me
That our similarities have become borderline symmetrical
And yes that pun was definitely intentional

I can’t help but speculate how the sequel would unfold?
Can it go from weird to fucking fairytale-esk?
It’s not above this silver screen reality to change the lines
And rig the ballot so we end up clashing again
I can see where they’d choose the set now
A shitty bar on the dizzy side of a night out
Coursing the flow of audio through my fingertips
My word, My melodies, My dad jokes
Whatever I did to justify my place on that stage
You’ll look into my eyes through a Disaronno glass
And you’ll know
No one would’ve given you and hints
The T.V guide kept it a trade secret
But I know you’ll take one look and you’ll know
Be it either emulation, or the tells of the ilk
Through the frequency of brainwaves
Or fuck the science we’ll just call it fate
Against all common sense you make your approach
Swimming through the currents of the room
Each sway and stroke with frightening precision
I’ll keep up as much as a little boy can
Meeting your every sway
Arrogant enough to comment I topped some
We’ve been hunting through the shallows you and I
Looking for the one living thing on this earth
To explode in a technicolour brigade of symmetry
And I know it couldn’t be with anyone else

Squeal poem to this relic: http://thetartanprelude.tumblr.com/post/51090248284/the-no-title

Looking back on some poems olides (Spoilers wrote a sequel to one of them) and it’s mad how much they tell how I used to view romance like then and now, like the old ones used to be so like armageddony, like every inch of life force was put into these little encounters and there’s a lot less of that now, it’s a lot more fluid and silly :L I think it’s easy to blame it on being jaded and not taking romance seriously anymore, but I think it’s a nice little tell that I put less stock of my happiness in the hands other people and expect it a lot more from myself….. AND DA IN’T A BAD TING JACK

The Post Diagnosis Post-mortem

There’s no point stressing, there’s no point in crying
No need to cause any carnage, stir up any chaos
Because nothing you’ll find inside, will familiarize
Anything people used to recognize, has been recontextualized
No wayline leads you to anywhere you remember
I’ve said it before in a poem, and it bears repeating
While it’s nice to learn ‘how’ your cogs work
But I could’ve done without ‘why’
Like a switch to a tinted lense filter
I question the beauty previously seen
Actions of bravery, once redeemed
When taken upon malicious sirens
The sort cherry picked to do you harm
Well ‘harm’ as maybe once interpreted
Because I don’t feel very heroic anymore
Infact like a pretentious student film
It turns out I’m the one who’s all wrong
Taking a bedding of serenity and security
And throwing it out to the casualty list
The hypocrisy of the hateful approach
Tying myself to the train tracks when I’m the driver
I just wanted you to care, with a care in the world
But care can’t thrive in the danger zone
And shit, am I ever in danger now
It didn’t have a name and a face before
But if only I knew then what I know now
We could’ve both solved the mechanics inside