☆~(✿◕W◕)~☆ [Reading]
Original Poem: http://thetartanprelude.tumblr.com/post/138113304772/w
Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/lnc0/w-1
Tag: dating
MILKSHAKE [Reading]
Original poem: http://thetartanprelude.tumblr.com/post/98751623052/milkshake
Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/lnc0/milkshake
Stormy Seas
I know what ‘difficult’ is a codeword for
No one ever makes it though those 9 letters unscathed
It’s not as if anyone’s raised the white flag
But it’s clear we’ve been playing different games all along
Of course it’s better then to stay ignorant
But I’ll kick and scream at the predictability
Can I not gain the foresight to spot the 3rd act
After the 2nd ice cream pallor meet up
I’m scared of dipping my toes into that world again
So much effort, so much time, on a non starter
I know it’s the risk we all have to take with majesty
But I’m terrified
Lnc0
The Agony Of Waiting [✓Seen]
Tick tock, tick tock
Social occasions
Tick tock, tick tock
Hell in the form of a back burner
Indecision takes it’s time
If it’s even there
Maybe the decisions been made
Is that good?
Is that bad?
I’d give anything to time travel and know
That’s even if I do know
Could I be too dense?
Or the victim of procrastination?
A mountain of text saying nothing
Or could I spot the meaning in the blurs?
Maybe my friend could tell me so?
If they’re not too mad at me
For my cliff notes chatter
As I waste away in front of a phone screen
Oh please just release me
Lnc0
Time To Split
Like the aging mutt I feel we’re in this together
Born and bred, said with a degree of self awareness
But no doubt with authentic pride
So it pains me to have to suggest a stalking faction
I know it could creep into the territory of a creep
But it’s hard to not flick back into the memories
Hand in hand with the most beautiful girl yet
With staring contests through the grass blades
Story book scenes that linger till your in the rocking chair
In danger of being lost forever
I’m running out of friends
I’m running low on romance
Summer dates walking by the bank
Like tugging fossils from the soil
They say you can’t quantify those feelings
But it feels like the minerals are mined dry
Maybe the old shoes don’t fit like they used too
I’m a stranger in my own town
Maybe they all just got the same call
The soil itself crying out for their presence
Did they ever find the nostalgia they craved
Or did something otherworldly replace it?
I guess my hungers pretty low
Coos I’m content with a repeat bitesize
Just another pair of eyes to stare into
Another set of lips to lock with
Nostalgia’s in danger of degrading further
Into the realm of the forgotten
A distress call to preserve the feeling
Maybe in another land someone’ll pick up the phone
Lnc0
Value Of Worth
I could never impress you
No matter the accolade or goal post
It couldn’t even give a millimetre of a raise
Must be boring to hear any of it
But sometimes we forget the world
When we’re keen to chalk down the self
To statistics and levels
Like picking out puppies in the pen
A giggle and a nod
That’s all it came down too
Not what I said but how it was said
That’s how I earned the lean in
And when I think about it
That’s how you hooked onto my heart
And suddenly all the lifetime achievements
Feel like finger paintings on the fridge
Compared to making you laugh
Making you smile through the tears
When you lurk around the outskirts
It’s evident a good feelings all we seek
Lnc0
The Contrast // The Fairy Tale
I’m in the wild, I’ve been seen, I’ve been admired
But it’s not enough to patch up this folding heart
Like a leopard behind the glass at the zoo
The eyes pry with no intention of crossing the panes
The smiles, the joy, the inspiration
But still in a solitary context
Boys and girls like avatars of deities
Appearing in forms mortals can hardly believe
Beautiful people as far as the eye can see
It’s enough to make a guy suicide-y
I wanna break the dividers with my bare hands
I wanna ask you every little thing
What things make up you?
What things make you so beautiful?
I want that feeling of being so hooked
Without the reality of the scope of what divides us
Every thought of the day being consumed
I’ll donate a few of the night too
Even if the road leads to a dead end
The way my heart flutters on the way defines
I just want someone to take this energy away
I just want a reason to stay alive
Boys and girls like subjects of mythology
Appearing in ways to shape our destinies
Beautiful people as far as the eye can see
It’s enough to make a guy suicide-y
I know that when night’s cloak covers this town
That’s when dividers break down
And we all revert back to animals
But the angels behind the glass from the daylight
Are nowhere to be seen, returning to the staircase above
Nothing so pure could make it as a creature of the night
We can only ever meet at arms reach away
Never to speak, never to see
If you could deliver to me ecstasy
There’s no hope for me, that definitely makes a guy suicide-y
Lnc0
A part of the ‘4 Nights Of Hell’ series
What A Life
“Nice jacket”
As another hometown special flies down the gullet
Dictated by the throw of the die or the deal of the hand
I told ‘em “I need release, from the ails of the week”
“Ales you say!” as my glass is miraculously refilled
A few “I learned this from Leeds” cocktails get rationed out
As more of my best brothers and sisters add to the roster
“Hey I really like your jacket”
We ride the hearse into the roosters den
I feel like an Infant as I take my first steps on the pavement
What a life this is; objectively
We kick down the portcullis into the snake pit
“Dude that’s a sweet jacket”
As we screech an echo as “Can’t stand me now” hits the deck
Like the traveling karaoke no one asked for
We migrate to the garden of Eden
“Gotta say, you really suit that jacket”
Recounting the weeks fables like fisherman’s tales
I say “I tell you again I need some release
Feels like a canines life time I’ve been on the phone
Juggling referrals and appointments like they’re my kids
I don’t really know what that means, but I need to unwind”
As my moan comes to a close I swear I saw my future skirt by
We spoke standing on the pillars of artistic expression
I said “Your right no one talks about ideas anymore”
She said something about my jacket
Just as the chains on our hearts grew tighter and tighter
Lightning must’ve struck, cos in a flash she’s gone
Did anyone see where she went!?
Shitting fuck son of a twatting cunt!
Oh well, only takes a Kraken and coke later
And we’re screeching indie anthems again
“You gotta tell me, where’d you get that jacket?”
What a life this is; objectively
Better then what’s to come next
As we enter that foulest domain
Where decaying dregs cling onto their youth
By crying out 90’s throwaways
The kind you’d be embarrassed to tell your kids you remembered
At least another apple of my eye’s come into view
And she’s fawning for my attention
But in the most serial killer way
As her friend jostles my shoulders
Pushing me her way, as she turns her head
Flag’s raise until a sea of rouge covers the dance floor
She stays away, but continues to stare
I was never a man to cave to peer pressure
Never one to play the “Hard to get game”
Was I expected to? Just cos I’m a man?
And that’s what the sliver screen says we should do?
I’m a diamond in a Pog collection
If you want a part of me, you gotta reach out and get it
Am I not entitled to feel like a prize too?
Right now I feel like a Minotaur in a zoo
I take my brothers and sisters and vacate
I’m a glorious human before biology
What a life this is; objectively
We end on the soil, where all life began
And compare notes on this weeks crawl
Things can be shit indeed
But your putting the world to rights
Underneath the glistening sky
Y’know things really are allright?
And they’re right; This is a NICE jacket
So that’s allright
What a life this is; objectively
Lnc0
A part of the “4 Nights Of Hell” series
The Eyes
My adoring public
I can hear your calls loud and clear
And I promise I got all your nice letters and gifts
But something ain’t sitting quite right with me
I’m standing here in a coat of saliva
Reflecting of the strobe lights, the jazzy sonics
But the brain doesn’t feel any less at ease
The cancer of isolation is slowly taking it away
Cos I’m running on empty this night
And I dunno what it is I really need
Can I find the elation that only company can provide?
Can I find the worth to which only praise can comply?
Maybe the silhouettes shaking in the smog can set me free?
As one snaps back into reality and approaches me
She moves through the night like smoke
Pins me to the wall gagging for life like monoxide
Pythons running through my shirt
While she barks through forked tongues
The haze of your 5th rum intake
Translates the howls and barks more colloquially
“I want every atom and line of code
That created your being, all the time, every time”
But when your soul starts to radiate
As soon as you unleash the locks from your jaws
Will it decay the budding rose
Will your verse turn into pesticide?
Her claws try to relax the buttons of your jeans
But does she really care about what’s inside?
You defragment and collect yourself in another scene
But try as you might you can’t escape it
The eyes undress you, they molest you
They grow in numbers as they surround you
Your so beautiful, the most prettiest thing they’ve seen
But your just beautiful, just the prettiest thing
And the panic starts to set in
The anxiety really starts to rev up
You dunno what it was you ever wanted
But you’ll never find it here
You die inside, you just want to cry
Your soul starts to quiver and freeze
What is that you’ve done?
Do you really even know?
Lnc0
From The ‘4 Nights Of Hell’ Series
Angels Only Serve To Aggravate
You can hear them praying now
When cracks appear on their rose tinted lens
“Why can’t girls around her be nicer!?”
Written on the slip in their right hand
With a rum and coke in the left
But taste the salt in their tears
When Principalities do descend from above
They’re nicer, they show you boys grace
But that can never change the fundamentals
That the divine are destined to abandon the sinners
God bless the angels, that only serve to aggravate
No amount of divinity can change
A tight locked schedule for the planet
Rapture’s right around the corner
What’s a poor Cherubim supposed to do?
Too nice to tighten the grip on his heart
Knowing it has to loosen someday
Too nice to indulge his curiosities
When accession’s clearly off the cards
That’s the epitome of kindness
That’s the meaning of courtesy
But clearly they’ve missed the memo of that one
Cos all it does is piss a heathen off
So god bless the angels, that only serve to aggravate
Lnc0
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