Sly Says [W.I.P]

2 sickies, a overdue bill, and a signed overtime contract
The trifle things that stand bewteen my salvation
I can picture their sullen droped down eyes now
“If only we could’ve done something, IF ONLY”
Well actually there is something you could do
Put away that shitty look you shoot choose to give
When you cotton onto the company I’ve chosen to keep
Oh yeah I didn’t forget, trust me
When we’re arm in arm on hazy nights
And you gave me a little PSA on the dezins I’ve yet to meet
My lovers giving me a warning of their intents
Slit pupiles, forked tounges, dead langauge
But the matter of fact is only this
They’re here, your not
And right now as we slide down the walls
Of the back of the local supermarket
Exchanging catalysts condensed in a consumable
Exchanging blows on behalf of the newest album
They’ve given me the gift of a pulse that keeps on giving
That’s more then I can say about anything else

Oh my new bestest friend in the whole of ever: Sly
She says she was lead hear by the filth that carries in the wind
Sly tells me she cried into a still a dead tuseday noon
And the voices beconed her to come
They were the first voices that talked to her in months
Voices not backed up with another prescription
Sly see, she looks into my eyes
Sly knows i’m a forien object in the ally’s biology too
Sly reckons I could understand the appeal too

Evil

I can imagine you now in your basement
Grinning by candlelight
Picking up and arranging chess pieces
All with our names etched into the sides
Only the diabolical thinking of a puppeteer
Could’ve arranged tonight’s events this way

“Oh what a coincidence!” She exclaimed
“Fancy running into sour-puss here”
As you bump into me, at my local round
There’s nothing coincidental about precise timing
Just the right amount of time after my split
The right balance of loneliness and rational thinking
“Oh I’m so sorry to hear that, but how weird!
I’ve not long split since my fella too”
So now the gaunlets really been thrown
You know your available, and you know I wanna hurt her
I don’t even have the care to play along with the facade
So I just ask “My place or yours?”

Oh man you really are a villain aren’t you?
No a sign of remorse or regret in your eyes
Just a grin of ecstasy as you lead me to your lair
Like a black widow dragging back her prey
You can feel the rubble of foundations in your fingers
You can smell the burning of bridges
It brings you back to life
Returns your skin to it’s natural glow
You got blood on your lips
And sludge pouring out of your eyes
Playing by the rules was never your style
And playing nice was really suffocating you
It gives freaks like us a purpose
So drag me down and give my life meaning

Signs of the devil remain, where you lay your hands
I stain your bleach blonde locks, when I grab your hair
You poison my blood when you bite into my veins
I mark the skin around your neck with my grip
You bruise my face, whenever spasms dictate
Sink your fangs into my limbs
To keep my consciousness in this world
And serve me severed thighs, with your nail line
You scream like the valkyries
As your 4 support beams begin shake
Your entire temple collapses onto me
That filthy grin, only served by a fallen angel
The thought of those we’ve just stabbed in the back
Keeps those spasms going for another second
We’ve seeped into each others blood stream
It’s a pact now, a deal with evil

Dear Sophie 2

I dunno if letter number 2 is far too early to be getting introspective, I guess that just means these things are doing their job right the fact I need to rationalize you into my speaking world makes me contemplate your existence. I’m trying to think of the first time you ever came into my life but I’m puzzled. Whenever I try to though it always comes back to my earliest memory of you, coming back home on the train from Norwich trying to swallow my very first break up

I swear I’m remembering these things wrong, surely I was dumped via text? Then why was I said on the way home, maybe I just knew I could feel it in the air. I was always told I could see these things “2 moves ahead” as it were. Maybe that’s why when I looked up from my seat you were sitting there. Carrying bags from your shopping spree, in your black shirt, white tank combo, with boots just a little too navy blue to go with your black jeans. You calmly just look at me like we already knew each other and just said “So… what are we gonna get up too when we get home?”

Always thinking backwards
Lnc0

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

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

Ode To Crush Poetry

Oh my darling little fallback, if not you then who?
I know it’s been a while since I wrote about you
In the millions of your easy to emulate forms
Long divisions of calculation to respect my current contract
Or little sugar bites of those who I chase to break that contract
Oh what one of two could I scribe down this week

I don’t mean to disrespect what you’ve given me
My baby steps, my identity
My heart smeared on my dinner plates
Oh and I know we could be good still
But the puppa’s gone, kick down the cage and got out
We’ve persevered so much together, but the wars done
I need you as much as you need me
And I know you don’t need my broke-ass life
Flooding Tumblr with more shite then before

It’s been a gas but I gotta find more to scribe
Like my existence, my tremors, my ideals
Something a little more permanent to leave behind
Then another crush poem about a theoretical idea
Of half a person I reckon of from behind a text message
Who’ll end up fucking me off before I’ve written the last line
Oh how!? Can I crush when my hearts flat!
And fresh out of heart to give
Any more crushed and it’ll be a replacement credit card
And over what? Two-bit identity queens who’ll drop you
Oh no more crush poetry, no more crush poems
On people that don’t deserve a second of my time
Much less the value of my immortality

Oh crush poetry, we’ve been through so much
You’ll be my only high school sweetheart for sure
But my little hearts out of bruises to take
My romantic calculations need to be more precise
Much less for you, but for my sanity
You deserve a lot better then what I’ve become
But there’s no shortage of heirs to the throne
Hearts falling hard, every single day
I know I’ve left you in capable hands
Hands of those with gallons of innards
Just waiting to be crushed

Same old, same old

I’ve been out for whack for a while now
I haven’t had to compete for the affections of a soul
Since man first walked on to land
Let alone a soul as sweet as yours darlin’
But 23 a scary age to be back to step 1
In a world were everyone;s got their stories straight
Well… Just kinda fucked aren’t I?
But we’ll see what I can get away with

Still bummed I didn’t get that haircut in time
This outfit doesn’t suit the full deal on your skull
Did my teeth get any worse? How’s my spot patch?
Now now settle down, you’ll work yourself into a state!
Especially if you keep remembering that lovely smile
That darling way you keep yourself, the cute quips
My feet won’t thaw in time at this rate
Just relllllax and just do you

Because this is day one of taking the renovations
Left in the autumns breeze you’ve been tinkering out back
You got too comfortable on the shoulders of others
Weaned yourself on those stumps you keep in circulation
Your not just living anymore, you only gone and added flair
People recognize that twinkle in your eye
The joy of creation, the joy of owning your brand
I feel like a HD remake on decal clad wheels
Strolling down the streets wrecking hard
Above all I hope you like the new me

Genuinely Nothing

I’m looking like a Topshop still
With the aid of the tail end of the latest hurricane
Trying to beat the rain
In our little wager; a race to the latest cafe
Winters in full swing, and a hot chocy’s calling me
I accept a valiant 2nd place, as I open the door
As come face first into a toasty wall
As I wring out the mop ontop of my head
Typically hours early for BSL class
Might aswell try and pop out some verses

I bump into a family friend
A friendly little reminder of my progress
“Got some gigs, no job, feeling allright I guess”
I reflect after on the answers given
Yeah I guess things are agonisingly allright
In between a crash and the next spike
The culprit for the last one was me girl
Finding a tastier tongue down south
It’s been way too long hence to use that excuse
I dunno how to get up on my own two feet
I guess a good brew in my bellies a start
Get home, have some ice cream
Check the profile for replies, but probably none
In a novel they’ll skip days like these
Neither a dying victim
Neither a lustful symbol
Neither a glamorous Icon
Just another day of not knowing what to do

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

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