Current Dating Profile

It’s hard to know why I’m here
I’m just sipping a shake or two
Sinking into the leather I guess
I dunno what to say
What is it any of you cats want to know
Do you really care about my morals?
Do you care about the things I carry on my back?

What do you wanna hear?
I’m kind of funny I guess
People like my hair
I look good in photos sometimes
Do you really wanna know?
Wanna know about all my moles?
How my forehead is a spot hot bead
How I look shit from top down or below angle
How my centimetres my nose is above the average
I look shit in a beard and worse with a stache
I look my best when I let my hair fester in grease
People like to tug on the excess fat on my cheeks
Is there anymore you wanna know?
Anymore then your eyes can tell you?

I like to talk about things
I get excited about the things I love
Excited about love
Excited about art
I’m sorry is that to vanilla for you?
How about the boundaries of time I cross all the time
When I get way to excited about my favourite bands
How I hate I have to hide I love my games as much as your shows
How sometimes I look into the glistening night
And I wonder the magnitudes of ways I can fade away
If I’ll leave anything worth while when I go away
If I fuck it all up can my daughter carry on my wills
The daughter that doesn’t exist with my wife who doesn’t exist
Cos I’m to busy talking about all my favourite films
Way after the coffee cools down
And I talk again about how no one really likes to talk anymore

Then I get sad
I think a lot too I spose
How I spent each night alone
How no one accepts
Then, In the same breath
I’ll pledge to the world, how I’ll never compromise
I’ll never stop my talking, talk talk talk about what the fuck I want
Long after everyone’s already told me to shut the fuck up
Talk about life, Talk about death, Talk about anything
To get my heart and ideas somewhere in the world
Cos I’m shit at writing, can’t play any guitar
And I’ll talk about all the things I could if I could
I just want to talk, talk without an end sight
No “Shut up Switzer” No “Oh my god go away”
I’ll never hush to the suffering in my life, not anymore
No matter if the voices will never go away
I need to talk, I need to get excited
What’s the point of life if we can’t express our tongues
Over some cold brews in the glistening sun

And if you agree
I think you should message me

Only In The Stillness of giants

Only in the stillness of giants
Do the Murmurs or twitches
Really rain the magic down
And I don’t mean the routines
The sip of the ale
The check of the phone
The only movements I can make out
Are the ones in front of me
You whisking your fingers
On the back of my palm
A re-enactment of Swan Lake
In the most minimalistic form
Out exchange; base to the onlooker
But the real actions a few meters below

Cos only in the stillness of giants
Is there a statement to be made
As the web of your fingers meet mine

The Ribbon On The Everything

A loss of a life on the M25 buys me another hour
A once in a life time chance
To render claims things aren’t like they were
Unjust with a recollection of tonight
The minutes are leaking away
As I’m juggling 99p candles out of my hat
Anything to recontextualize the tone
That dead pork roasting on flames can conjure
Especially when spoiling in a council owned cage
40 on the clock and I’m fumbling by the stereo
Trying to recall a reaction
To each enlistee from a car boot CD collection

25 on the clock and I’m panicking at the wardrobe
Did the blue suit reminder her of her old teacher or…
She’s due at the door any second now!
I know it’s not much, I know we ain’t got a lot
But I’d like to think the results count
At least for more then the thought could
Things feel so still right now
But if we got each other it’ll be a little better

poeticepitome:

You know it’s going to be rough when everytime you type “I love you”, your phone suggest her name at the end. At family gatherings when they ask you if you have someone special in your life and her name sits on the tip of your tongue but you just nod a no while sipping on the wine to wash the bitter taste out of your mouth hoping that if you get drunk tonight the liquid flowing through your viens wont break down the walls you’ve built up around the emotions but it’s as if a fucking dam broke, the thought of her floods your mind, making your chest hurt at the recollection of how it was so perfect, she was so perfect, you could write novels of how she made you feel, even as it got thicker, you still had more to write. Oh how she adored every word but got sick of reading every page of your book, it’s as if both of you were submerged by the love but instead of helping each other learn to breathe underwater, she found the surface to breathe new air and left you drowning in a pool of nothing but memories.

Flavours (Ver.2, W.I.P)

The day starts of wet and ends up dry
A entire film reels of wallpaper starin’ passes me by
I roll the dice, I spin the wheel on my phonebook
And lands on a name, god knows how it got there

We go for shakes
Trying to grasp why we’ve both left the door ajar
We go for mochas
Step 2, trying to think when we walked past each others door
We go for Ales
That’s when it hits us, fuck it, does it even matter?

You slip me the funds to refill my strawberry overflow
Now hang on, are you aiming to slip into V.I.P access?
Cos at this pace, you’ll soon own the deeds to my house
Well whatever you want, you can do it, and do it in spades
If the next round of banana split’s on you

Well colour me surprised
With Betty’s brand colouring or the more fancy shit
The syrup of your expertly crafted profile
The froth of your fringe has formed magnificently
The sweetness of your grin, the sourness of your tongue
Mixes to create a caramel explosion of impressions
You’ll have to forgive how far back I was taken
It’s rare you find this quality of life, on a chance

Slip a loyalty card in my jacket when I’m in the zone
I’ll carry the idea of diving in for seconds, wherever I may roam
Whatever tastes your concoction will conjure up next
Especially now I’ve added myself to the ingredients
Count me first in line, with my buds quivering like crazy
Just to feel you down the back of my throat again
I’m counting the pennies in my pocket
I’ve calculated the digits on the plastic
No commodity is a wasted expense I assure you
Your my new routine, my entire day hinges on you

Tagged by @foureyes-thunderthighs to complete this, so I thought eeeyyy why not let you into a little insight about your favourite poet….. that’s right you! YOUR favourite, which is me

Firstly here’s five things I like about myself:
1. My lexicon-like brain of knowing bands and music
2. I’m cute as a button.
3. My unhealthy sense of empanthy
4. My being good at video games/still being cool ratio is unparalleled
5. My collection of jackets

Name: Lnc0
Nicknames: Switz, Goob, Pepe (Was called that BEFORE the meme, suck that) Raggamuffin
Star sign: Leo
Gender: Male
Height: 6″ dead
Sexual and romantic orientation: Bi/Poly/The very stylish/VERY VERY single
Favourite colours: Red (Obviously)
Time right now: 1:10 PM
Lucky numbers: 5, 72, Mayfair Street
Last thing I googled: Sticky Fingers (Meaning the band! ….)
Number of blankets: Whu? If this means what I think it means, tthheen: I wrote a poem about the oppression of Goomba’s once so…. the genuine answer to this question I think is 1: Goomba :L
Favourite Book: One of John Cooper Clarke’s probers
Favourite Films: Rocky 1, Dirve, The Graduate, Breakfast Club, Jurassic Park, Only God Forgives, Birdman, Lost River
Favourite Bands/artists: The Kills, Crystal Castles, Arctic Monkeys, Cat’s Eyes, SebastiAn, Death From Above 1979, Fuck Buttons, Ladyhawke, The Strokes, Eugene McGuinness, Miles Kane, Woodkid, Justice, Tame Impala, Soko, Nicole Dollganger, Jackson and his computerband, The Rifles, The Courteeners, The Horrors, Run The Jewels, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Velvet Underground, The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart, Metronomy, Kindness, Kavinsky, Gossip, Connan Mockasin and have you heard Grimes new album? HHOOOLLLYYYY SSHHIIITTTT ❤
Dream job: Poet, Teacher, Teacher of game design, bum
What I’m wearing right now: Black Jeans, Surfer shirt, Rouge red Harrington, dumb white socks

The rules: tag 20 followers you want to get to know better. If I tag you, I am asking you to complete this and share it with your followers.if you can be arsed

@grandplatypus @sarahmarie-poetry @ishanijasmin @merseawaves @smakka–bagms @maxmundan @readattheshow @untamedunwanted @deartodayproject

Be cool to know a lil’ something about my biggest supporters, thanks for all the reading and the notes and such, it’s very much appreciated 🙂

So Ugly (I Am) [W.I.P]

It’s okay to feel secure right?
To enjoy all the confectionery of your romance
To rest on the foundations we’ve made together
There’s no chance of being usurped
BUT FROM THE LEFT! ZWAP! POW! SWISH!
HOLY FUCK!
You never see it coming a blow to the body
A strike to your face, and sneer from the shadows
And suddenly it all comes raining down
Someone’s stolen your love, no it’s even worse
You never had a love to lose in the first place
It can’t be I couldn’t of lost it all
Not to a kilobyte of spectlyte, anti socialite, vomit inducing, gargoylyte

But you’ll find that the biggest victories
Come from the unlikeliest of places!

YOU! Oh get a load of you, your entire being optimizes
All those autistic mannerism, aspects, stereotypes
I de-fragmented out of my systems!
You, the collection of things I hate about myself
You used them against me, left me swaying to and fro
You’re the MVP, you’ve taken the jackpot home
You can’t of won you version 1.0 digitalyte
A post patch pansy, boretisitc snorzamel

But you’ll find that the biggest victories
Come from the unlikeliest of places!

A bleeding sandbag, a colourful corpse
That’s the state you left me this Monday morning
Dragging my tails from the London bridge
On a one way ticket, on my carriage heading up Nowrich
He got me good that fuckwading shit stained kitted jumper toting dweeb
That predictable app-uling swallowing, belenginiring dork
That limp amateur hour, hormone deprived, second class Jiggalo
That one note, deaf tone, flatline to everyone’s summer jam
That crocodile smiling, reptilian skinned, asphalt of a man
That stuAAARRGGHHH I CAN’T FUCKING TAKE IT!

I know that the biggest victories in history
Come from the unlikeliest of places!
But if I’m a Blue Ribbion to his Crunchie Bar
Then what am I?
Something so awful it can’t be describe

A deafening silence, that’s what I am
And that’s worse then anything I could call anyone
That’s worse then nothing