Hate Lasts Forever

I want it to be like the old times
I want the sound of my name
To make you sick to your stomach again
To make you quake in your boots again
And to treat my confirmed sighting
Like a time bomb in your proximity
God knows what could happen when the timer goes
God knows what damage it’s gonna do again

Love and devotion comes and goes
But hatred lasts forever
You get nowhere being pleasant
Infamy has brought me nothing but immortality
Love makes me question my visibility
But malice is the uncanny proof that I’m still alive

I tried to get down on my knees
I tried to indulge in the art of worship
But they only showed me a sigh
People get bored of getting what they want
Only by taking you to Nirvana then cutting you off
Does true devotion really begin

Lnc0

If You Like Man

It’s your funeral man!
I’m not saying their aren’t perks
As you hook your talons
On the collar of my shirt
As I begin the insurmountable task
Of unlocking the my front door
While a squadron of gin and tonic
Puts it’s paws over my eyes

But you have to know right?
After the light show of glares
Like a scene from The Birds
As you gather another Rum and Cola
Those aren’t looks there for fun
Or to imply some childish jealousy
Like the landing lights of a runaway plane
They’re warning sirens

And count me among them
The demons are still there
He has a name and a face now, sure
And they even give you the means to subdue him
But he’s far from gone you know
And all it’ll take is to cross him once
And he’ll be glad to come out and play
I’m destined to break your heart, you have to know

But like I say, it’s your funeral man

Lnc0

You Have To Want To Help, Therein Lies The Problem; You Don’t

I bid them adieu
I say sayonara, au revoir
As everyone who kept close
Starts to board for smoother seas
They’ve grown so tired of my shit
They don’t have to say
Especially in the current climate
Where I take a look away as a stab in the back

It’s always a bad prophecy
Like a siern’s perish song
Any resemblance of affection
Always destined to change
Under the blood moon’s ray
Into venomous slurs and bile

I see your attention fading
A sure-fire sign
I know it’s gonna sting
So why prolong it?
I always bombard you with tragedy
Your loved ones put a price on my head
Objectively I make your life worse
So why not rip the band-aid early?
So you can avoid any guilt
I’ll just get it over with and tell you to fuck off

There’s no prayer that can save me now
I’m too deep into it now
Drop the flash grenade
And head for the hills
Cos once your marked
It’s impossible to wash it away
And it can only end in tears
Unless you really can save me
Keep an ear out for my cries
Douse the fire in my soul
But I know you’re all the same
If it’s not an obligation to domestic misery
It’s the flipside: a full-time infatuation sceptical
A much better use of your time
Then to be used on a lost soul like me
So don’t get my hopes up, stay away from me

Lnc0

I mean I do try ladies and gentleman, I really do try and progress in the poetry world myself by making contacts and trying to get to know people in other circuits which could lead to me being known in more towns or in other circuits. But of course I live in the UK and it seems like I can’t make an poet contact without finding out a week later they’re a massive anti-muslim bigot

For fucks sake

Dating Quips #1

Are you seriously suggesting that’s the issue?
That I have to hack my legs of to stay on your plane?

Please forgive the disbelief, you have to understand
I didn’t come from the pre-teen catwalk
I’ve been on this low baseline for as long as I’ve been
So to be the recipient of that look is curious

What about self betterment intimidated you?
The courage to escape your own skin?
My drive to establish my lore?
You can let it seep into yourself too!

But does that prospect unnerve you
Years of being an enigma deemed irrelevant
In the presence of a denizen outside the bubble
Your just human we all are
But the what which that makes you uncomfortable
That’s no one’s fault, but unfortunate

Lnc0

what thought tarot would be like: I can see the past, present,and future so clearly!!
what it’s actually like: damn I just got called the fuck out by a deck of cards

In Review

You know if it’s real
When you let it all go
Let it dash into the woods
And see if it ever comes back

I know it’s just human nature
To regret taking the actions which end up hurting
But it’s better to know
So much better then to never know

While drawing circles in the dirt
As I piddle time away, waiting for your return
I couldn’t pin point the things at stake
It wasn’t the cute peak points, they’re all gone
It wasn’t understanding, you never lent an ear
Maybe you did on summer nights
But on troubling winter noons, you’re nowhere to be seen

So I pick up my bags and head off
It’s shit to know your not coming for me, yeah
All the memories now come with a bitter after taste
But time could be better spent
And if I’m not their, if you never come back
Then don’t fret cos remember
You only know it’s real
If it comes back, after you let it go

Lnc0

I know it’s all like ditty little sketches, doodles and it’s all very divientArt and loads of other modest things to say. But FUCK it feels good for me to have been so committed to an idea that I developed it enough to like…. actually make content with it. I know here on Tumblr everyone’s got OC’s up the ass and it’s dead comman, but i’m such an ooolldddd man, this is a big thing for me :L all I need is a name, you can probs see some of the ZINGERS in the side there :L but yeah excited to kind of make something with this

A little doodle I did after writing the last poem “If Or When And Possibly, If Ever”

No idea what it means, or what it is, but I was listening to Kindness so that’s why one of them is a blooby Adam Bainbridge: The End