T.M.R.R MXXIII

The very marrow has been ripped from my bones
The nerves in my head have been shot
Can’t you see I’m in need of your attention
You’ve never seen eyes so pathetic from behind the glass of the classics

An agent sent down by god to keep your crosshairs on me
To nail my feet to the brickwork for a second time
You’d forgive me for believing in divine apparitions
When you give me that look from behind the beacon of your phone

You’ve seen me as a soulless wreck
You’ve seen me as a vengeful soldier
You’ve seen me as a heartless monster
And yet you still stick around

Oh darling you won’t hear me complaining at all
Especially when you shake the scrabble board
By brushing on my shoulder like that
I know this time round we’ll be playing the robbers, but I don’t mind
It’s like you said ‘What’s the need for sonnets
When you have an incendiary grenade?’
I hope you’ll forgive me for this one my dear
But it’s getting hard to hide my grin

The last time you took my visage, you embraced it and ran
But for the sequel I hope you’ll be wearing it the next morning

Glass

You juggle the pebbles of the coastline in between your toes on the shoreline

It’s just earth but it couldn’t of felt more intrusive when the drops of your whippy melted on the sand

I came for the stillness but i should’ve known the tide would pull you ashore

Those aren’t waves crashing on the walls that’s my heart rate taking pole position

The No Title

Why yes dear she does have great blonde hair
A perfectly paid for smile, With a figure 8 to boot
But if she ever recites just one more time
The plot of the Throne of Swords, Just once more
Then I might just have to tighten the knot
Cos I’d rather kick the chair then to go through that bore

I know if you could you’d pick up that stone
And bash yourself ugly in front of the mirror
Untill you became the monster you precive yourself to be
Oh darling can’t you see it’s all futile?
You can configure yourself all you like
But you’ll just be the same to me

You see I’m so tired of the man made order
I’m tired of these memes, mascarading as conversations
Recycling and circulating in my ears all day long
And I know your sick of it too

I can see the fire blazing in your lungs
When our intrest start to coencide
And everytime you bite your tounge
Thus the conversation starts to crumble
They might raise an eyebrow
I’ll raise you a thumb

It’s not that I don’t notice the pimples
It’s not that I don’t notice the dimples
It’s not that I don’t notice all your little scars
It’s that I can’t imagine you without them

It’s not that I don’t notice the gap in your teeth
It’s not that I don’t notice the crack in your lips
It’s not that I don’t notice the marks on your smile
It’s that I wouldn’t want you without them

It’s not that I don’t notice the breaks in your voice
It’s not that I don’t notice the the snorts in your laughter
It’s not that I don’t notice how deep your tone is
It’s just I couldn’t live without them

It’s not that I don’t notice the rings around your eyes
It’s not that I don’t notice the smoke on your breath
It’s not that I don’t notice the flicks in your hair
It’s just I’d rather die then be without them

Numb arse? Crowed street? Alone? Chances are your outside sixth form

Whhooaaa indie cindie’s taking her time
She was ment to be here at quter to four
I’ve only got 2 years till i’m out of prime
I hope she won’t take to long

Parked on the cold slab known as the sixth form stairs, on a cold wensday afternoon
With the sounds of old Alex moaning how he couldn’t take his brid on tour
Wisling gently through my ears as the viral marketing for indipendant fashion runs out the doors
Buddies and Pal’s walking throught the rabble as they set of home to their cozy bus seats
Beacuse walking in anything under 10 dagree’s is unthinkable as is over 12
With numb as fuck arse i start to debate is my time being put to good use here?

Floods of icons flood the streats bangles and strings in arm
With a Model on one arm and a sidekick perched unwillingly on the other
Droves and droves have come and gone, but don’t you worry i won’t have to wait long
Cos she’ll come i know for sure, just a few more minuites just a few more

Oooop purple hair’s contraversial
The wollen hand knitted jumpers orginal
As orginal as the last 4 people that wore it
There are other shops in town than Topman and Revolv… actually scratch that there aren’t

Half four’s taking the piss, i think we can all agree
Their’s only so many tracks shuffle could throw at me
Yet another Motorhead song? So much for shuffle it would seem
But your redeemed for your next choice of the lone libertine

Floods of icons flood the streats
With a Model on one arm and summant in the other
Droves and droves have come and gone, but don’t you worry i won’t have to wait long
Cos she’ll come i know for sure, just a few more seconds…. COME ON!

If half four’s taking the piss you can imagine me at five
And shuffle is starting to get on my very last ne…
MOTORHEAD AGIAN!? ARE YOU TAKING THE PISS!?
Y’know what? She wasn’t fit anyway, so fuck this