Tag: poem

Echoes

Echoes I wish you were kinder to me
To have some special awareness for the context
And reconfigure yourself on my behalf
To make the wait a little more bearable

Cos even when interceptors pause your return
They’re not much kinder to me
Even when the slots fit the wounds
And we recite our medication from memory
They still refrain from embracing me
Even when the evidence continues to mount
That there’s no one better equipped in this life
For our car wreck existences
Still even when we’re standing here
Crying, vulnerable and dying
They refuse to embrace me
Echoes please tell me why?

Don’t I give them the euphoria they crave?
Don’t I sustain all their needs?
How much more of myself to I have to carve out
Before they embrace me again?
Can you tell me that echoes?
I don’t know how much more waiting I can do

Lnc0

Blah Blah

I feel like a skipping record
Still moaning about the same old things
Blah blah misunderstood blah blah
Blah blah society blah blah
I’ve got too sound very one tone
Still angry about the same old things
Blah blah family blah blah
Blah emotional blah abuse blah
I’ve got to appear pretty weak
Still not recovered from the same hurts
Blah blah gaslight blah blah
Blah autism blah intolerance blah
I’ve got to be a masochist
Revisiting all the same wounds
Blah blah dad’s a cunt blah
Blah blah mummy issues blah

I wish I got a new tune
But the same old doesn’t stop hurting
A long list of unreceived apologies
It never stops making me mad
So I’ll kick and stomp and chat the same shit
Till I get everything I want
Blah blah blah blah blah
Let me tell you how shit it is
Snore Snore Snore Snore
I’m not gonna stop till you listen
Blah blah blah blah blah
Until you can repeat it back to me
Snore snore snore snore

THAT [blah] IS SHIT
THAT [blah] IS A CUNT
GO ON! REPEAT IT BACK TO ME:
BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH FUCKING BLAH!

Lnc0

If You Think This Is About You; Send A DM My Way

My love note fingers are itching again
Cos I’m craving to write that next romance title
But it’s impossible to employ the precision to aim
When you’re surrounded by Mr and Mrs Cunt 2016
So when I write my next candy floss babble
About the majesty of their bottomless gaze
Feel free to intercept the trajectory
Cos it’s about you! It’s about whoever wants it

Cos my hearts craving infatuation
It’s craving a new obsession
Something to steal every new thought
A new recipient of my love letters

A coffee shop romance novel
A soliloquy from the otherside of the bar?
Whatever you want, you got it girl
I’ll attach my notebook to your veins
And cure your romantic waning
Cos god know I’m falling back on tropes

A fabricated narrative for your grandkids
A note to find in a box of nostalgia
A campfire tale about your lost love
It’s a blank cheque, go nuts with it
I’m no use to myself clearly
I’m like mayonnaise trying to be a main course
So apply me to your daydream lessons
My only point on this earth is to enhance

So pop in your request now
I can create it in any form you need
Meek and shy
Bold and assertive
Anything to keep me scribbling
My only way of life

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

CBT: Round 1

Apprehension, fear, paranoia, intolerance
Brattyness, stubbornness, unhelpfulness
Worse cocktails have been mixed on Clacton’s shores
I know it must taste like champagne in comparison
But you can’t just ignore those scrunched up mugs
“Oh god” They go “THAT’S why your here?”
Even the convicts scoff at that
“I’ve done a murder, but holy geez I weren’t a prick about it”

…Maaaybe they didn’t actually say that
I am filling the blanks of prolonged silence
But it’s grim to see your deplorable self
As the version you get up an pronounce publicly
On file, like the main cut from a DVD
Not a B-side, but as the lead single
Don’t like it? Great, join the club
I’m not here cos I’m fond of it myself y’know?

Abandonment issues are ugly
The rapid from self-pity to vanity is ugly
Every ounce of guys is ugly
It’s all fucking ugly really ain’t it?
So lets just get on with it
Hang out the dirty washing
And set the whole thing on fire
Before putting the ashes in your morning brew

“Lol wuteva, that ain’t me mate”

Lnc0

The Spark -The First Movement-

The 9-5 method of preservation
Just to fund the monthly sink to hasten the decay
As he whispers cynical realities into your ears
Clip the wings, petrify the soul
So escape seems impossible
So settling seems inevitable
Cos if you could fly away
Then we all could escape the loop
And the notion of effort couldn’t repulse him more
So he jots down a script, time to dose the fire

But channel out the equalisers
Your destiny was always to become The Spark
Soar into the second reality
Become the lighting rod to power us all
To make our plasma supercharged
Break free of the confines
Taste our dreams resting upon our tongues
We’ve put more stock into you then is healthy

But The Spark’s duty comes at a cost
Especially in front of the malicious kind
Who need to be the top of their podiums
They’re content with moulding into the tarmac
They can’t have you excelling at all
Not at the risk of smelting their gold into bronze

So they’ll tell you anything they can
Show you a descending ladder into crystals
And then they’ll ‘Welcome you to reality’
Then if you start to ascend that ladder
You become ‘The Idiot’ you become ‘The Retard’
Turn the world into the hopeless one

If only you could see the grace in you, that we do
That you’re potential incarnate
The working class heroine the snake pit deserves
You gotta show us a world where it’s possible
To escape the blindfold of the abuse cycle
Deleting the failsafe installed at birth
That we have to take the very little we can get
That safety comes at cost of your entire life
None of us want to believe any of that’s true
I know for a fact you don’t wanna think that’s true

So come on XXXXXX you can’t fall here now
Your lowly doppelgängers just want to believe
Because if it’s all hopeless and you fall here now
Then I’ll pull the fucking trigger

Lnc0

You’re Speaking Too Honestly

You can see the gaps in my bones
The moss over my eyes, the salamander’s tongue
But it’s never enough for you people
You need to hear the bone snap in two
See the plasma try and escape the vein
And even then you take it to a debate
“Anyone could’ve installed that mindset
Treated your body like a flesh eating virus
For such a prolonged period, that you believe it too”
It could’ve been anyone, but no one’s as cruel as you people

Every cough is an attack
Every wince is an implication
“If you truly pine for our love; expire quietly
People may be looking, and I don’t feel responsible today”
When can a gash be an accident?
When is anything aloud to just be bad luck?
Or to even imply malicious intent?
Maybe every dinner wasn’t a golden lobster?

How far do I have to go to get some cunting sympathy?
Tear my ribs open from the outside
Show you every inch of my cellular structure
Just to prove it’s not a flesh eating virus destroying me?
Content with cheering and throwing fish into the tank
When the cat-tails exclusively indulged in Flagellant acts
But after the lens have been applied, and I suggest culprits
“Well now your taking this moaning thing too far”

Thanks for the affirmation
That blood only acts as a deterrent
The gag, the constrictor, the reveal
To keep me still, make me quiet
Tear the arteries open
Then get that cancer out of me

“I would feel empathy as all humans do
But here you see is my dilemma
To gain humanity now could shed a bad light
On the absent mind of my previous interactions
So sadly I’m gonna have to abstain from shedding a tear
And I hope you don’t mind me avoiding your trainwreck carcass”

Lnc0

Boy Band/Pop Star No.1 Hit: Disected

Oh social manners are such a bore
And like hell will anxiety let me break them
But how else could I ever manage
To incite a conversation with you?

Everytime we lock eyes
On the concrete battle felid
My guts being to pulverise
As the heart starts to evacuate via the mouth
My legs convulse and die
My eyes ejaculate and explode

I just want to cry all the time
As my spine bends over backwards
As my ribs crack into a ball
To save the soul from overflow
You bring the snoot to my face
And the shakes to my brain
How can I escape the torture?
How can I get you to speak to me?

I’ll do anything to speak to you
I’ll kill to speak to you
If I put a gun to my head would you talk to me
I’m gonna fucking die if I don’t speak to you

Guuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

Lnc0

BBQ At Mine Tonight

You love me so much
When their are girls to impress
I’m your only baby
When their are girls to impress
You never wanna let me go
When their are girls to impress
You wanna tell them about us
When their are girls to impress
You actually like my friends
When their are girls to impress
My laugh doesn’t annoy you
When their are girls to impress
It’s me and you fffoooorreevvveerrr
When their are girls to impress
You imply stuff about my dick
When their are girls to impress
You can’t wait to fuck in the toilets
When their are girls to impress
It’s all fucking bollocks
When their are girls to impress

‘Cos when their are no girls around
You look at me like a pile of vomit

Lnc0