Tag: date

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I’m sorry if it’s making you uncomfortable
The way I frown through a gaping smile
I’m troubled I honestly am!
Cos it’s been a awful long while
Since you’ve crossed my windowsill
Flaunting that precious grin
I can’t stand it, it breaks me heart!
I don’t even know your name
And I’ve only caught you through 2nd hand glances
But I’m gonna change that!
I’ll get your favourite flavour milkshake
And I’ll ask you what happened?
To chase away the smile off your face?

Who did this? What was her name!?
What was she like? Why did she do that?
That sounds like it gets worse and worse…
Well what do you like? What would you want?
Where do you wanna go? Do you wanna go now?
If you wanna go with me, I’ll sweep the sadness away!

I jot down a note of all the things that make you happy
All while I try and mislead you into thinking I’m funny
I wanna pull the loose threads of your favourite jacket
Before pulling the firm threads of your sideburns
Just to antagonize you enough to instigate a playfight
So I can get my hands on that fluffy mop on your skull
And maybe you’ll let me inspect you up and down
Your eyes, your cheeks, your lips, your ears
Your chest, Your giggle, Your attempts at appearing grumpy
Oh god I love them all! They’re all on re-run in my head all day!
So please don’t feel you should hide yourself from public eyes
What on earth did we do to deserve that?
Your the best part of my daily routine!
So please don’t leave it at home

Lnc0

I’m Thinking About People I Dated Years Ago Again

Aurora reflecting pre-school shape fitting toys
Are the most cumbersome demands
A prediction of inevitability from the womb
A manuscript of bypassed pleasure at the tomb
If the remains of collision based research
Can exfoliate the grooves of my psyche
To allow the glue to poor, leak and stick
Then I’ll know all the fables articulated truths

But our portraits have turned into code
A proximity execution in a sea of padded cubicles
How likely could the dust of our erosion
Crawl into the sheets of our nostrils
The framed stone tablets always prophesied
Their colours are destined to mix in the dish tray
To be worthy of such a scenic fuchsia collaboration

Lnc0

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

Paranoia Blues

Be it the oxygen count or the chemtrails in my tea
But the paranoia’s creeping above it’s climax
I could regulate with mental stimuli any day you like
Except today’s the day I met the love of my life

Constantly wrestling with the grit in her teeth
An attitude as rotten as summers milk on xmas
Stenched with a coalition of an underbellies delight
Everything I could ask for in a lovers highlight

She brings me over to ask for the time
While surrounded by Dahli’s Compilation
There’s been no excuse weaker, adorably see through
She takes my paw to administer a mixtape disco
Each drip of audio more familiar then the last
Bit-crushes her sways into technicolour video

Her whispers hints
Her yelps imply
And by the time we’re collapsed on someone’s acre
Met by the silver lined abstract above
Her confession reveals all
As we make physical calculations
She wraps around any semblance of form
Tells me she never wants to orbit another
Ah if only I wasn’t convinced it was all a lie

Is there any interaction as misleading as conversation
Everyone’s carrying a hunger on their backs
Everyone’s got a profit margin to hit
All in my packs is a lump of scars
So even when my love peeps into my eyes
The only conclusion present; is that it’s all a lie

Lnc0

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

Decaying Crush

Just an up and coming 23 year old at the age of 22
Neither a spike or a crash in the market
A bottle of tacs, A packet of razor blades
Covered with inoffensive watercolour openers
The thin veiled marketing never fooled her
Not for a second, oh no, no
Totin’ a falcons eye, and a talons mind

You leave me shaking two and fro on your dashboard
You leave black tar in the cracks of the concrete
Before creating a timeline with the glands in your fingers
Nonchalantly letting is drip and spill into my system
Along with the corrosive air you pour down my tongue
I’m being slowly murdered from the inside
Every cell fading away for dust feels like a birthday surprise
Every aneurysm, like the vanilla swirly on a summers day
But I couldn’t feel more like a kidney on the ice
The way she discards me on the worn clothes chair
Until the cold wind blows towards her spine
Signifying I’m needed once again
Not the colourful Christmas jumper
Or the silky sleek leather jacket
But the tattered used denim jacket
Something about it’s general futility pique her interest
Attire that fails it’s only intended purpose
But damn it looks good falling down her shoulders
And it feels good brushing up against her arms
Desired in bursts, but never given away
I’m her Cola syrup lollipop inbetween meals
Like a torrential force of nature
There’s no directing her course

– Lnc0

GHOULCHESTER!

There’s no two ways around it tonight was their night
On the 31st all the creeps and ghouls
Hop on to the sixty-fear on head street
The one the mortals though was lost in the great crash of ‘87
It flashes the ticket to the headless driver and shuffles to the back
Colchesters cream of the crop are showing up for the festivities tonight
The whitest ghosts around the abandoned estate
The zombies who’s mothers could still recognize them
And it’s not feeling so assured after a glimpse of the company
Frankenstien assured it before it left, that he made a looker
Made from only the finest people that have died within the last year
The cheekbones and abs of the slickest men
The silky hair and the thighs of the most luscious of ladies
It just crossed what could be interpreted to be fingers
And hoped it’d slip into the background

All the skeletons are chatting their teeth to the jams
A mixtape of Nick Cave, The Cramps, Bauhaus
The mummies are showing off their new designer wraps
The wolf men are showing off the kind of guns
A huntsman could only hope to fight him with
While the harpies stroke his fine coat
Dropping feathers he snarls nothings in her ears
Meanwhile the Jiangshi’s saving face out the back
Complaining how the ableist scum inside friendzoned him
While the socially awkward swamp monsters
Pet the house chimera in the corner

She spots it’s hunched physique from across the room
The proceeds to say goodbye to her fellow Alraune on the wall
Introduces herself to the monster as Ssalucard
Classicly it fucks up the introduction
No matter how much it corrects itself
She’ll always know him as Frank-I-dillies monster

Their’s no way in hiding the fact that’s she’s keen
Although if it’s theories are reality remains to be seen
She smuggles into her vial of blood a shot of JD
Thus heightening the guarantee
She flashes her fangs after she takes a sip
The proceeds to play the janitor with her tongue

She grabs it’s arm and damn near pulls the stitches off
As Jack The Ripper by Screaming Lord Sutch starts to play
They brushed past the nymphs and the sprites
That where playing pranks on the dance floor
The will-o-wisp illuminate the dancefloor
Inbetween the Dybbuks and the Golems
They shimmied the floor into submission
While never taking their gaze of each other

They wondered outside of the club together
By this point the Wolfmen and Anubis
Are barking at eachother in the taxi queue
While the Mandrake girlfriends cry to split them up
Knowing when a party’s over
They head to the pumpkin patch

The vamptress lead it through the vegetation
Dodging the awkward Jack-O-Lanterns
Getting it on like they were blending with the environment
…They weren’t
They sat down underneath the Zaccoum
She takes it’s hand, runs her finger down the stitches
Looks into it’s eyes
“Hey, stay with me Frankie”

– Lnc0

Acting Submissive/Domineering With The Clubbers Of Colchester

You don’t have to yell at me so loud
Why’d you have to shriek at me so fucking loud?
I’m trying my hardest to have a good time and crack a smile
I’m trying my hardest to juice a bit of joy from this car wreck
But in the midst of this gaggle of boars
But in the midst of this murder of scavengers
The type that prey on the wandering fawns
The type that pick apart the scraps of poor lost lambs
Who have lost the sparkle in their eyes
Caked in petrol station cologne, it’s a sickening sight

I see you spread out in the back of the bar like a corpse
I wish I could obey the green lights at the racetrack
But I can’t find the heart to reach out and take it
You slump in your seat as if inviting me to do the same
I was born with more class then that love
And besides what exactly have you done to sell me on the act?

Oh and you make your disappointment in my discomfort known
All you’ve done is make your disappointment in my boredom known
If I had a penny for every time I was under criticism
If I had a penny for every time I came under criticism
Cos’ I didn’t know the way to be a real man
Cos’ I refused to fall in line for the male stereotype
I’d of ran for the taxi home to save you the embarrassment
I’d of brought you a taxi home, just to get you out of my sight

I wish I could tear your focus away from your phone screen
Trying to gather the scraps of a good night out
You shell out a drug lords daily paycheck
To sit your arses in the in the side of the club
Snapping evidence of having a good night out
To justify your empty wallet the next day
I just want to grab you by the wrist, and pull you up
Into the phantasm of the violet lights
And dance the dread away, loosen up them thighs
But oh my god I’m falling asleep
Run your hair inbewteen my fingers
And plant the sweetest embrace
But you’ve lost your willpower you just want to sink into the seats
I left my mothers womb 22 years ago to have fun
So why is it such a trail to get you on the dancefloor
Lets put them litres of booze in us to good use!

Oh please let me go!
Oh please let me free!
I can’t stand to see you like this any more
I can’t stand to put up with this any more
You fidget and squirm like a child in a push-chair
We just aren’t comfortable together it would seem
There’s more to life drinking and planting evidence for it
Get a hobby, get a life, get a fucking clue
I didn’t mean to be such a disappointment
I wish you weren’t such a disappointment
I didn’t mean to make you so sad
I wish you didn’t make me so mad
I didn’t mean to fail you as a man
I wish you’d just let me be myself, instead of a ‘man’
Maybe it’ll be better if I just went home
Maybe it’ll be better if you just fucked off?

As Preformed By Domestic

A Domestic re-write of two previous poems I wrote:
– http://thetartanprelude.tumblr.com/post/84960870662/acting-submissive-with-the-clubbers-of-colchester
– http://thetartanprelude.tumblr.com/post/84961086712/acting-domineering-with-the-clubbers-of-colchester

– Lnc0

Mutual Whatever

Kisses seal my letter of appreciation,
the timeless touch of blushing pilgrims,
passed down through the ages. Four full kisses you leant me,
after months of me trying to steal them.
I’ll try and hold onto this day
for as long as your kisses allow me to. 

I’m sorry but the kiss jumped out of me, 
trying to find a brief connection or a foothold for these feelings; 
it wasn’t an admittance but a substitution. 
My loneliness was an orbital pull and you were unlucky in your proximity. 
Don’t get me wrong, the gloss on your lips is honey, not vinegar, 
but I’m not a fly. 

Does a kiss mean nothing at all to you?
With her they were exchanges of dying embers, 
with you, like trying to ignite wet, weeping wood. 
Typical of you to provide lackluster ignition, 
and then blame the fuel. 
Atypical of you to get so hung up on what is just 
the meeting of flesh upon flesh and tongue upon cheek.

Goosebumps stood raised on my arm, 
ready to tell what you were too blind to see; 
my flesh was fuelled by the fantasies of what we could be.
Desperate indulgences feel real
when we’re only speaking with our lips. 

Can’t you just give my kisses back to me?
Fill those blank spaces in your memory,
cover my indiscretions with shared moments of a platonic nature.
I’m not ready for one action to define our relationship, my dear,
don’t throw us away on a kiss

As preformed by Domestic

– Francesniff