Tag: scribbles

I know it’s all like ditty little sketches, doodles and it’s all very divientArt and loads of other modest things to say. But FUCK it feels good for me to have been so committed to an idea that I developed it enough to like…. actually make content with it. I know here on Tumblr everyone’s got OC’s up the ass and it’s dead comman, but i’m such an ooolldddd man, this is a big thing for me :L all I need is a name, you can probs see some of the ZINGERS in the side there :L but yeah excited to kind of make something with this

A little doodle I did after writing the last poem “If Or When And Possibly, If Ever”

No idea what it means, or what it is, but I was listening to Kindness so that’s why one of them is a blooby Adam Bainbridge: The End

Depressed Again (Thankfully) [Scribbles]

She kept on beat with the pen on her board
She takes one look and decrees “We need to make this stop”
Do you mean return to the persona of lost youth
A little lost flicker in the wind starry eyed an gleaming
With no capabilities then to express the twee between the trees
Met with all the welcome and warmth of a death row inmate

We’d never admit it but the world can’t accept that purity
In the vicious waters of stasis we can’t relate to immaturity
Like an intruder in our home we reject it’s presence
Restrain it against the chair and make it experience penance

The world wears a smile and stay happy attitude
But nothing could be farther from the truth
They want to see you on the edge
They want to see you relatable
I’ve never felt more accepted
Then when I’ve felt the least healthy here…

In Duality [W.I.P]

Another bitter passing on the digitised hall way
A chat to the entrepreneurs and golf owners
As I rest my head on my knees
On the glass floor below, dreading the work on the field
Another bitter taste of a dead brand
Her eyes fall like [bowling balls] on a bungee charity dive
The Greek alphabet in your alphabetti spaghetti?
She can’t believe her bloody rotten luck

I’m dishing out a bread crumb trail from myself
At the tail end of a royal family banquet
They ain’t got a damn thing on me anymore
The flake on the fussy kids whippy, leave on the side
It won’t bother us if none of it got on the cream
I heard you can get ones without if you just ask!
If I just asked, I bloody asked, I asked again and again
I made my body into a neon sign pointer
And pointed it to the decaying state of my cranium
I am defined by duality, it’s written on my face, I’m two-faced
But in the lonely throw of the night time
Selective sight seems to inflicted the whole nation
Can you change it? Will you change it?
If they just got to know me will the slots come up different?
No it’s a con, a fixed game all along, you knew that
I can’t help the visage of death knocking on my door
Even when hands tied in the love hotel
One side bloated, the other dying of hunger
Side-A a cringy love song, Side-B a nocturne of disappear
I live my life in fucking duality
A Summertime 7 inch with no bleak underbelly
It’s an ideal we’ve all been taught to crave
But what of us that live their lives in duality
The singularity leads to silent nights in
Staring at gluttony in action
One side fed, the other sacrificed to an Oxfam advert
I live my life with the burden of duality
A sentence to never be happy, a life of imbalance

– Lnc0