23 [W.I.P]

An eon or two, on tippy toes~
Trying to be heard across the mass
The place felt pretty desolate before
Now it’s 8 units, 8 flames of life, 8 experiences
With the noise of 50,000 roars
I sware it wasn’t so hard to be heard
But now everyone’s up and gone I’m lost in the heard

Cos they don’t give a shit when your 23
What’s your AK0′s?
Yeah 23′s gotta be the age…
Where the solitary ready to ruin alone

Accomplishments that would result in tribute
End up nothing but a cough during a symphony
But maybe that ain’t so bad
The only critic that matters is your own monologue right?
I spose’ but I miss them misty eye’d looks
To make my near vicinity, a source of invigoration
Ooohh what a feeling, what a bargaining chip!
I didn’t think I’d lose the moment so soon

Cos they don’t give a shit once you hit 23
What’s gonna be on your tombstone old man?
Yeah 23′s the age, for sure
From cocoon to moth, you

metamorphosize.on your own

What It Means To Stay Alive [W.I.P]

No one really knows what to say
A long awaited recess from the infirmary
No icey words, she can only jump right in
She says that you made a impact
She speaks it in a uplifting tone
You’ll never see the effects in your life time
It’s not until your rotting in the soil
Will the fruits on your life will ripen
In the lives of those you brushed past
To the lives you’ve created electricity with
As your show comes to a close
May it be now during the darkest skies
Or a time where the earth itself raptures
May it be when your clock stops ticking
Or if you remove the gears yourself
The burden of carrying on your meme’s
Falls on every man and child
Who carrys the things you’ve passed down
While you silently die inside, in the night
All they can see is your legacy
They see the way you cut away your life-lines
The things that gave you magnificent joy
Just to cleanse the ire of another
A thousand years of pain in one go
To make sure they don’t feel even a strain
You’ll die a villain in their eyes
You’ll die a hero in the eyes of those with eyes
She pauses again, hovers palms against your arm
If you’ll always be waiting for the rise
Take comfort in the seeds you’ve planted
You did good…. In the best way

The Power Of Youth [W.I.P]

Make sure to soak every second of this in
Swipe away the condescending stares and slurs
The ones flung by the powerless low set girls
The attack of your candour behind SMITE accounts

Because your the monarchy right here and now
And the parliament, as well as the rebels and movers
In the arms of your sidekick, in the comfort of his seat
As the subjects grasp for tributes and activities
All to feel for one second they were on your level
Soak it in young’un this’ll be the only time it’s in reach
The only time a flick of the wrist, results in a new glass
Each curve of the spine, encouraging the spit reserve

The aged might tear into the bobbing of the lap
But were they any different, all them nights ago
They gritt their teeth ever second they’re not in your shoes
To command a committee of admirers
To ascend past a 2nd class citizen
Oh what a treat! What she’d give to return to that……

Know oneself, Know Nothing else [W.I.P]

Plump, full and pristine
They make the act fulfilment look easy
Success stories plastered all over the tag
But like a Polaroid sex selife
That’s a lot of effort put into looking effortless
“I’m like this all the time” through crocodile teeth
Thanks for the vote of self-consciousness
Cos surely, oh surely it isn’t just me
Screaming for affection, echoing back retaliation
Looking at success and content, like a Roswell autopsy
I recognize elements for sure, but they’re so far from me

Surely I’m not the only one beating their heart against a wall
Drawing dust from the monument of the lovers call
It wouldn’t be so bad if I was packing with ignorance
We’re all twiddling our clits and dicks on a conveyor belt
Picking our social barraging chips from the shelves
A pinch of E for you, a doctors prescription for me
What I mean to say is I never wanted the barrier to increase
For the quota to get even more precise then before
But you’d think I’d just struck the gold mine
Ticket tape parades on the park benches
Congrats! Now you know a lot more about yourself!
But now I know less about my world then with my eyes shut

Now, I don’t mean to be cynical but this doesn’t feel better…

I can’t repeal the ideal outcome from my mind
A single bedroom pad, with resources seconds away
Come barging back from another book signing
The Queen and The Goddess both turn in tandem
Grasping salvation in my hands; a family meal deal
And after they both pin me down, teeth gritting, demands in hand
Complying line by line, like a good slave oughta
There’s no doubt in the efficiency the format provides
As we’re recovering our vitality arms in arms
To white trash youtube until the break of dawn
But in a world of keyword comms, what’s of point of it?
1,000 pets and funnymen won’t posses the quota of wit

Cos surely, oh surely it can’t just be me?
That’s had every dream and idea, slowly taken away?

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…

Away

Shifting gears for pinker skies
The kind of sold on the front of seaside postcards
Each one of my friends a Hephaestus in their craft
Each lover a Kikuri-Hime of their circles
Maybe if I could bend reality to my whims
A tangle taffy version of my arms could reach the port
Drag myself along the ocean
And tag along the festivities as the observer
The ticker tape apocalypse
An absolutely brutal assault on the eyes
Courtesy of a lexicon of primary spin off’s
A fuchsia, goldenrod on the back of a cinnabar sapphire

I could fake it you know, I could invent the craft
A world renowned speugerlist at JUST 23?
I’d blend in as a icon in a shit stain
The ones to make this an origin to be proud of
No one would have to know otherwise
They can’t hear my cliff note records
Vs. Your encyclopaedia volumes across monthly installs
When faced with the riddle; “What you been up too?”
They don’t have to see me wait in silence
As blood brothers recount the resumes of quests
Grit teethed in the thick of the crowd
Pleasantness with those who could adore
“I wrote something this week but… It’s not your thing”
“I know you couldn’t come, it’s allright”

To them it’s like a gap in persona’s never occurred
We’re all still arm in arm cheering on for the next day’s barrage
Planning escapes and anticipating breakouts
To them, that’s still how it is
No one will have to know the wiser
Please just cast of while I’m putting on my shoes
Oh can’t you find it in yourself to stay?
But I know none of us win, if you don’t go away

– Lnc0

Phsychy Crush

You don’t deny it do you?
You’ve seen the cream cooler constellation come into unison
They correlate into the sun’s 5th unison with Jupiter
Well, that’s the hogwash I’ll use as an excuse to declare
It’s time our orbits collided again

Strawberry fingers, button noses
Outside the local polka performance
Tootsie tickles, Coca bottle catapults
Leaving a culinary trail in our wake
Like the application of a mask
And the equip of a personal
We settle for a motivation
A colouring in outside of the script
The fun, The murk, The gull
I’ll make any excuse to see you again

– Lnc0

Effortless Crush

The chrysanthemum can’t compete with her pallet
A blinding radiate for those who didn’t come prepared
Manipulating the very leafs around her
Commanding the daffodils to bloom as she walks by
Giving the peasants permission to offer their gaze
Giving the insects pardon to dock on her legs
Sinking into the domain like she’s one with the planet
To be in such proximity, what a life!

– Lnc0

Gum (W.I.P)

You anticipate it for ours on end
But before you know, it’s devoid of all flavour
Honey I’m your chewing gum
You report back to the colon
The way you would with a Tesco bacon roll
Honey I’m just your top up lunch

Smashing your feet on the front seat
Wearing down the seat belt
Your just a kid on her way to Space Mountain
But when your toosh is of the seat
The Blitz starts to drain away
Sorry Lil Sal, you’ve booked yourself a Haven Holidays

That’s the same look I think you’d have
As hour 4 passes us by
You’ve got the gates to the appsphere on deadlock
In case a microbe of joy might slip you by
“I’d be easier if” “It’d be more convenient”
The cage that binds us all
Nights of passion, Nights of perspiration
Met with a flat tone

Spent too long on your tongue
Gotta spit it out
Honey I’m your Juiceless Steak
Not a morsel of flavour
Taken for the image
Honey I’m your chewing gum

– Lnc0

Badge

At the start of this new job they gave me a badge
A simple unassuming little thing, show the guard at the front
Lets me in for the day, for the 9-5
But little did I know how one little badge, transforms your visage
Like a luchador in the annual forecast meeting
It makes fireworks out of a blade of grass…

…

BADGE! BADGE!! BADGE!!!
I sniff a badge in the ladge!
Flash your vag for the badge
Drop your collage and find the badge!
I hear the badges make for good dadage
Snag the badge to raise lil bradage
Badges in my Shakespeare notes
Badges in my psychology thesis
“Sir can I go home today?
I have the case of the badgelaria!”
Set to badges on my Tinder profile
Me mam said bag a good badge
Nadge that badge till he bladge!
Wadge myself in the way of the badge
Undress that badge in my imadge
Biladgely dictates I NEED THAT BADGE!

Seeing that plastic dangle
Makes a Nile from my palm lines
Apply the goo to my pours
Spike my spawns sippy cups
In hopes they get that Badge DNA in them
Tall, badge, and handgesome
Conditioned since the first Mizz monthly
Photocopies of the badge
Plastered all over my bedroom wall
Gotta have the badge
Gotta make bare badge
Betrothed to a badge or face suicadge
Hang it up on the fridge
Badge to my friends wedding
Badge to my work due
Badge to my dentist appointment
We can only live through the badge

– Lnc0