Idea: Dating website where if you view someone’s profile and do nothing, your forced to give feedback as to why

Patent pending, I’m clearly due my first million with this idea

Valentines Day Scribbles ‘16

Your presence in this den indicates you must agree
That this day isn’t for the betrothed and connected
It’s for the wondering hearts floating in the ocean
A chance for us to get back on the beaches
To stretch our arms, and bend our knees
As I ask “What does this world owe me?”

I know this conversion was born of depravity
But don’t be content feasting on the scraps
Spit them out into your hands and cleanse the shame
With clean palms and conscience embrace your desires
Now I’m not so arrogant to claim I house all your wants
For all I know better men may be hiding in this soirée
But judging by the way we’re both smiling right now
During classic get away convos in the guest bedroom
I feel I can make a case for me being a good use of your time

Even when we separate to the other attractions
As you sample the home-made cocktails
While I lay down with the stoners and the deceased
We always make a little effort to keep an eye on us
We wouldn’t dare take a step outside this circus
Without the other firmly grasping our wrist

If only I could tell myself the things you tell me
I’d be soaring like a supernova in the Antarctic
My quips must sound like peewee league pep talk
But I hope I got the point across at least
That every inch of you that comes into my vision
Is like drops of Kushinada’s sake in my eyes
The details of your skin like The Starry Night
The divinity of your thighs, brings tears to my eyes
Break my legs and leave me to die
So I can bask in glory till the day I expire

Lnc0

14/02/16 – And A While Prior

This feels like writing a eulogy
I guess in a way it is
But on account of arrogance
It’s just a little overdue…

Is there any chance you still think of me?
In passing? Even if for a micro-second?
Cos for me, given the time of year
The second that clock hits February, I can’t help myself

It may of been just a blip, a tick, a glitch if we’re being cynical
But I think the smallest durations can be the most intense
I’ve had years and years of accompaniment before
But they never got me like you did, in a mere duo of months

Silky waves on a crystal beach
Lukewarm breeze on lost jacket nights
A sight to dilate
Brings the crack of smiles
To a mourning frown
And to bruised skin
An exercise to the creative soul
And an expansion to the creative mind
You were this and so much more
The most elating memory I know

So does your mind, drag you back in time too?
Does it leave your day bleak, and your future blue?
To reminisce about all the little ways
We’d make divinity out of early work days

Is it only me that reserves a prayer or two?
That despite the magnitude of earth that now separates us
That somehow come February the 14th
When I step outside into a standard blistering night
Our frequencies will somehow align
And no matter where I choose to sulk
I’ll be greeted by them platinum dollar eyes
Then maybe I could just drop the facade
Act like not even 1 second has past since I saw you last
And just tell you how much I’ve missed you

Still dedicated to B.B

Lnc0

A sequel to this Valentine relic of 2 years:
http://thetartanprelude.tumblr.com/post/77842940245/14022014

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

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

Gross To Me

Is it cynicism? Is it jealousy? I dunno
But happiness just seems gross to me
Like eczema on the back of your leg
The person inside of me, needs tending
Always poping up on the places of my body
When I’m making my way through existing
There’s nothing wrong with that devotion
A singular narrative with two combined lovers
But I think of it like a three-legged race
Like it or not, somethings gotta give

Where ever you roam, breaking out on your dome
They’re there with a smile and a comment
Does it really have to be this way
Does it have to be so symbiote?
Like a wayward bumper car ride
Can’t love bloom through collision?
Guests in each others home
Visitors on the path
I want you to be forever by my side
But if you were to appear in front of me
Or lagged on behind me
I just have no idea of what I’d do

To greet the next coming day
Hand in hand, always connected
But without doubt, we’re in our own universes
But our proximity is what defines us
Defines us as lovers, as soulmates
You intrude when I need you
You book the day off when I need my own time
All with the chains, staying firmly in our heads

Can such a love not bloom?
In a chasm of uncertainty?

Lnc0

The Gaze

We always fall prey for the routine every time
While we’re still imprisoned under the gaze
This is no time for honestly or vulnerability
It’s time to re-pose the action figure
Arms behind your head, back arched
Not a glimpse of even a fraction
Of the crippling pain that washes over you
And makes you cry into your pillow every night

And what about when an innocent bystander
Decides to wander into the cross-hairs
And decides they want to be a part of your fable
How can you disappoint those sweet eyes?
Pull back the curtain and reveal
Your feeling just as much hurt as she is
And what if the gaze catches a glimpse
Of your weakness, of your humanity?
So just keep the power pose on auto
And maybe if we lie hard enough
The fallacy can become the reality

But isn’t that how it went last time?
To me and the owner of the gaze?

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

People aggressively playing with your curly hair, yes everyday yes

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