Tag: self love

The Real Fucking Me

Fuck effort
That’s my mantra as I landmine onto the dancefloor
I can work hard for life’s little trinkets and party rings
But I never feel like I’ve earned something proper
Till I’ve nary lifted a finger to get it
Gift wrapped with a side of wine like Christmas dinner
The twisted logic on a egomaniac, that sound out of place?
It’ll come as a shock but: That’s the real me

I go for long walks in the streets
Cos I get off on the public looking me up and down
Boys want to emulate, Still boys want to gyrate
Feather clips equiped, black rings achieved, chocker on
Fuck man I look as cute as ever, my new record
And the eyes can do nowt but confirm it
Better yet the eyes coming from after dark agents
I get a real charge when my name keeps resurfacing
No matter who they choose to prey on that night
The tendrils keep coming back to yours truly
Who the fuck did you think taught them to show them fangs?
Always the rook keeping you in check, every fucking night
You better thank god’s grace for my autism
He did it to give the rest you fuckers a fair chance
But you won’t hear me moaning about the perks
As she’s drenching from a spastics level of precision
God I love when they tell me I’m their best
It makes up for never being praised as a kid
And it more then makes up for my slow start
But the greatest underdog always start in last place
I shine so bright it fucks with their eyesight
They have to beat me down to get me on ground level
But now the shackles are off my talons
I’ll sore so high I’m flossing my teeth with the constellations
Supernova their lagging influence from my light-beam
And it won’t be long before I forget their names

I put more stock in my thighs, then my future
And I can hear then already: That’s not befitting to a boy
But words like that make the investment higher
See? The boy in you is emasculated, and the girl’s pinning
I love that you can see them covered on my hands
Just shows I got bigger shit to fight, then you mere mortals
All this sounding out of character for you? Just remember
I didn’t get arrogant, my best friend ego’s always been there
He was just bound by a dragon named Switzer
One bullet in the head later; Sebastian’s out to play

And you can bet that’s all the real fucking me

Lnc0

Recovery

More then bruised, more then battered
She left this one with scratched lens
All he could see in himself was her reactions
The sigh as she looked him up and down
But these made him forget the fundamentals
That in life the quality of the self has little bearing
On the eyes people use to gaze at you
It’s how you wear the threads life deals you

It’s a Saturday eve at the gathering place
The gale obeys his order and bursts the door open
Each step, each passing glare creeping below sunken brows
A flare signalizing his presence
Cementing his right to occupy this space
With the artists, the models, the glamours, the glyphs
But did he really do anything to elevate himself here?
Or did his body decree it? And we all choose to listen

The slime starts to melt and the clay starts to petrify
He’s collected every fragment of what he’s lost
The looks and chatter start to matter again
When you discard the means to their appearance
He’s a titan, he’s become his own goddess
And if the world is blind to that grace
He’s taken the clerics responsibility
To make his appearances an event once more

While they chase the marble clad faceless idols
You remove the mask and wear the cracks like jewellery
No façade, your a damaged vessel
But you move through Midgard as any force would
You’re not an example of defeat, but of adversity
If you stand here any one of us could

Anything you see me as is a part of the trick
But I’ll take a lie as a means to inspire
Like all Nephilim I exist in betwixt and between
I’ll shine brighter and justify my placement in your stories

—————————————————————-

This poem was written to be preformed by a trio as followed:
Female
Female
Male

Lnc0