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Drying my feet in the ensuing turbulence
Cos I’ve just dipped my toes into a wormhole
I can’t quite believe what my eyes have witnessed
I’ve seen stone return to it’s fleshy form
As social fossils reanimate from the soil
Did the screams from the soul piqued their hearing
Gasping for air fighting against the cesspool’s tide
Become deaf to the group chat drama for but a moment

It goes no further then a snapshot in time
But in another life it’d serve as the prelude
To a 5 part symphony ringing through the halls
That ends with a parting nocturne outside your door
But not discredit the ringtone minuet currently occurring
Even the Nokia hardware would shake my soul
It’s the calling card left at the crime scene
Clueing me in, what I thought I lost, isn’t quite dead yet

If I blinked enough, I could trigger a hallucination
My skin would start looking fairer, my voice softer
And the only things that would exit these lips
Would be the passions I’ve carried with me
I know were I wanna go, I’m not lost just on a detour
Ambition given is ambition to be returned
Eye contact goes headlights as you start to perform
You know where you wanna go, you know how your getting there
The outlook surpasses greed and nothing shows our youth more
Mrs. Roosevelt would christen us as great indeed

The last 4 years suddenly feel invalidated
I slipped into stasis for a spell while the time kills
Now I’ve slipped back into my suit
I’ve returned to a boy of 20 years
When I’m so close to abandoning my soil
Maybe this has all become a sign?
That I’m not leaving home, oh no
I’m coming home world!

Sebastian Noël

Feeder

You take to the skin peeling of your innocent face
With a fragmented thumbs up and a fake smile
And when we’re sounding the alarms to check if your alive
You show us the back of your hand, how dare we care
But you see empathy isn’t a renewable source
You keep spendin’ and spendin’ and it’s gonna run dry
Your jaw drops to the floor when I turn back around
But honey I’m handing out diamonds, and your treating them like copper

You say this isn’t love
And you ain’t wrong
I’d say this wasn’t love at all

Cos your a feeder through and through
You feed any evil that comes knocking at your door
We offer our hands out to help your up
Only to be treated with bites and scowls
But what of the hands that only want to give you slap?
Well your on your hands and knees for them aren’t you dear?
So it’s clear where our time falls on your scale of worth
And I know I’m at least worth a lot more then that

You think your the only one suffering
Some of us aren’t content licking our wounds dry
And of course your running low on time to help with that
But watch the spare time pour out of your pockets
When the scorpions are low on their ego quota
That is till he stings you in the back again
Then it’s back to me, hands and knees for the hand out
But no more, I’m above tending to the leaches

Sebastian Noël

A part of the XXXXXXXXX series

The Empathy Age (W.I.P)

Oh there’s nothing you can do, they’re all dead
No future for your favourite people, they’re all dead
Destined to smile though a bruised jaw
And a demolished ego, boy they’re already dead

Try as I might to babble through textbooks
Of analogy, quotes, self help propaganda
It appears I just don’t have the tongue for it
To get you see the spade as a spade

If only you were the only one
Ping, Ping, Ping, all day long
A breakdown censored by the sweetest smile
From all over Essex county

It feels like a task intended for meta-humans
To convince people they don’t deserve this
To be tendered and made to feel like dirt
If they have the audacity to think themselves human

What can I do if they’re already long gone?
I can’t convince them, they’re better then dead
How much empathy can I spare,
If the dead can’t find it in them to cling to life?

Does it earn attention away from my beloved?
To share the strain of empathy
Almost to strip the awards from her hands
For knowing she’s worthy of humanity

Oh what a horrible thing to say, to even think
But my heart can’t bear to ache anymore
Is it right to leave you to your grave
And spend that time tending to my wounds?

Lnc0

Irrelevant

Oh I’ve never felt so irrelevant in my life
Like a Scooby Doo sticker covered in fluff under the settee
Stuck gathering moss under the covers of the shadows
It’s been so bleeding long since I’ve set foot out here
With the humans, the social, the cultures, the oxygen
I can’t begin to relate to the models parading the streets
The pubs don’t sell my drink anymore
The bars don’t play my songs anymore
No one says ‘kicking about’ anymore
I don’t belong on the outside anymore

But I can’t stay secluded anymore
All my old roommates have left the couch by now
Not content with the dust they’ve entered their cocoons
Metamorphosed into a Footballer’s sticker
Paraded among many a child’s collection world wide over
I can only seem to shift into a Street Sharks set
At least it was warm under the chairs
On the streets, it’s cold and wet and full of dog piss

I remember the old days, the glory, the infamy
A heard of smiling faces to my left
A horde of sneering mugs to my right
Not even a eyebrow lift as a enter the room
They don’t welcome unfamiliarity
“That’s not the way WE have fun these days
Fun is experienced in this shape and form twat!”
They heckle and spill drinks on your shirt till you leave

I’m 22, not a 35 year old Bhs sales man
Unaware of the ways of the young hearts
Truffle Shuffling to the Harlem Shake
What happened? When did everyone get so cold
When did everyone stop having fun
When did I get so Irrelevant?

– Lnc0

It’s Hard To Watch People Squirm

Slumped with your pelvis pointing to the heavens
On a forgotten park bench underneath an oaks slouch
Caressed by the fog on a humid spring afternoon
I spot a familiar wince to trigger the mist in your eyes

There isn’t a grimoire in the land that could scratch the surface
Of the inner workings of the roulette wheel in your head
The one that decides how your going to see the world today
The one that despite all the drugs, steals control from your hands

Oh but I know that dice roll all to well
I was born with the same game of chance in my cortex
All I ever wanted was to let you know someone understands
I just wanted you walk the streets with a smile again

It was never an intention to be a pylon in your path
I just hoped maybe It’d steer you away from any more aches
But you just plough through me at top gear, as if I wasn’t there
Just to make your way to the next pothole to fall down

Oh how it ties my gut into a Shroud knot
When I see you shriek in pain from your pedestal
It’s an impulse to feel a twinge of guilt
Maybe I could’ve taken the bullet you aimed at your head?

What do I have to do to get your attention?
What do I have to do to not receive the palm of your hand?
I can’t be your distributor of impulses on the side
Is that all I could be for you to listen to me?

I never ment to make you cry
To make you lose your mind under the street lights
I just wanted to see these things though
I didn’t want leave you alone without knowing I tried

*Written For National Poetry Month – 16/30*

Shackled (W.I.P)

Another Wednesday night spent in solitary confinement
With the soulless drones that regulate the beer stained stools
Clutching my nectar with one hand
Sinking my fingers in L’Oreal tinted forests with the other
It’d be around this time I’d of gotten your call
Bet all our wages in on branded mental antiseptics
I’m sure we knew our smiles were never true
But stricken with the weekday blues, what else was there to do?

We’re all just a bunch of confused kids
Backed up against the walls of our own convictions
The stupid things we’ll do when we’re urged to make a choice
Monetary debts, emotional obligations and clueless detective work
We’ll hang out, in an ‘outdated since the naughties’ fashion
In after hours children’s parks, as if to inspire a sense of youth

Does the empty feeling ever stop?
Does being hollow ever go out of fashion?

Channelling the spirit of the Swedish brewery itself
With it’s export valiantly nestled in your hands
You’ll re-adjust your spectacles as your turn your glare skyward
As if you’ve just clocked on to the diamond moon at the shop window
Stamping your heels into the shreds of bark
You’ll make the vow you’ll never let this town get you down
And that you won’t stop until your writing smash winter fireplace hits
As the sunset rains in through the blinds of your shoebox
With such a scorch in your belly, a gleam in your eyes
I had to say you outshone the moon

So It breaks my belief; that a life can be well spent
When I still spot your shadows around this domain, well past the due date
Caressing the scars we left behind for a sense of comfort
Entertaining silhouettes like we didn’t notice each other instantly
It breaks my heart to say; but I think this town’s got us beat
We’re both already dead, I just don’t think we know it yet

Does the empty feeling ever stop?
Does being hollow ever go out of fashion?
Does the desolate feeling ever go away?
Does being vacant ever stop feeling so right?

You deserve better then this
You deserve better then us

Summer (Set)

The worse thing imaginable has come to pass
The sun as it seems has started to fall
And with it comes a sudden chill down my spine
That can only signify the nights arrival
And with it descends the frightening reality
That you’ll be spending another night alone

Hey what’s the rush man? You don’t have work tomorrow
Come on we have so much more to discuss!
Music to compare and dissect
Scenesters to breakdown and rip
Outings to theorize and plan
What could possibly be waiting for you at home?
Come on just one more hour

Oi! Kill the motor guys, what’s the matter with you?
There are much more antics to be had!
Remember the times in the year ‘08?
Grabbing the attention of the 1% through their bells
Then promptly removing the traces that we were ever there?
You couldn’t have any of that back home with your misses!
One more bottle, just one more please
I’m begging you

But now the heard have gone back to the stable
For me? Nah, There’s so much to do!
Think about the life slipping through my fingers
Think all about the landmark moments that are dead and gone
Think about what’s the fucking point anymore?
Only misery and mutilation wait for me back home
But they’ve gone home to fuck their girls
So I have no choice…

Ally IV

If we were ever to cross paths again
I’d imagine it to be in a rusty old post office
You with your man, picking out cards
For his friends, sisters 2nd born’s birthday
We’d cross eyes once then again to double check
Time heals all wounds, and we wouldn’t even think about it
You’d tell me about your life and your new job
I’d tell you about my masters degree
We’d joke about how we used to wag P.E
Sitting underneeth the oak tree

I wanted to run into you again but not like this
Just shy of a minuite to midnight
It’s just about as cold as the stare you give the pavement
Seeing you slumped down outside of the bull
Tear stains on your favorite hoodie
The one I told you not even a mother could love you in
Hey don’t worry about all that stuff before yeah?
Just talk to me okay hun? What’s the matter?

Then you lifted your head and stared into my eyes
With those dead retinas, drenched with a scarlet tint
Babel has fallen, Yggdrasil has mossed over
What could’ve done this to you babe?

A shuffle in my arms later to the end of the bar
Just two shots of jager to bring your vocals chords back
Well why change a method that’s tested and true
There’s no need to go into detail at all
This isn’t the first wound you’ve suffered nor will it be the last
But none before have taken the wind out from your sails
I double take some of the testimonials that come from your mouth
The once great madam reduced to telling me she’s worth no more,
Then the soggy coasters our coping mechanisms currently rest on
I clench my fists and tell you to shut your mouth
Sitting their with your defeatist look, This isn’t you!

Then you lifted your head and stared into my eyes
With those dead retinas, drenched with a scarlet tint
Oylimpus has dissolved, Niravana’s been destroyed
What could’ve done this to you babe?

Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter
Just talk to me, please talk to me
Whatever i’ve said, I never ment it
Just sit down, please sit down
Whatever you want to talk about, or even if you don’t
Just come back to mine, Please just come back
Just don’t do anything rash, I beg you please don’t

If not for yourself, then for me, please

Ally III

Oh man if only you could should see her now
With that smug ass look painted onto her face
Complete with her new limited edition man in tow
Oh wow how she fucking loves it

But if you could just spare one thought
In that tight schedule of yours
For all the late nights
And all the things I’ve done for you

Now don’t get me wrong, I never in a million years
Want to see you alone, being made to suffer
As you watch the gaggle of ladies during feeding time;
Mistreat their carers like unwanted dogs in a kennel

But I’ve seen these things happen so many times before
These boys that can’t handle the constant requests
They tell you they want a girlfriend not a service user
Then they leave you to wilt as they jump into their cruiser

I’m not trying to rationalize jealousy
At least i’m sure of that this time
I just don’t want to see you suffer
We’re all just worried about you bubba!

Well then! Fuck you, you little flid-y slut
I wish for you, to truly suffer!

Ally II

It’s a shame they have to close bars at night
And let the good people go home and have a sleep
I could stay up all night giggling the national anthem
While you let me know for the fifty millionth time
That we are friends at some point and still are

I imagine they’d ask us on question time without a heartbeat
If only they could hear us natter on, about the important things
Sitting ontop of the wall, raised outside of your house
Like if Todd does desire your flesh and bones;
Then why doesn’t he ask you for a pencil in class?
But he makes the effort to walk past us on 5th period
When I know for a fact his class is on the other side of college
So I guess that’s a win for us

Oh pal of mine please tell me things will never ever ever change
When the world turns into a bull of flaming inferno
When the dead start to rise from their graves
When a felsh eating virus and consumed everyone we’ve held dear
Please tell me we’ll still be sitting here
Comparing Is This It to Room On Fire