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
As if on cue, the second the sun hits the earth
The barricades collapses and the messages begin
I think it’s time to dip into the life savings
And think about showing my face around your town againAs much as I’ve dearly missed, hearing the little cracks in your voice
There was no way to open communication, at any other time of the year
Education you see, she is a cruel mistress
She yanked the chain around your neck, whenever you came near
With such little time you’d never slink under your fella’s radarBut all that fades from the grey matter
The second I step off that train
With that grin of yours greeting me
Then it becomes clear
That summer has only just startedYou start to lose track of the days, after the third night of haze
Waking up on the floor, With your head resting on someone’s door
But the back pains are worth it in the end
When you open your eyes with your head nested in my chestI would’ve emptied my bank account and paid, just to live in this moment till my grave
With fingers travelling through your hair, I kiss your head as we move to the chairs
I know I couldn’t be the only one during them late Friday nights
Perched on the edge of my bed watching the calendar for this dayHow can this feeling ever be considered wrong?
Spread on fields of green in each other’s arms
Come here, I’ll make you forget all about him
If you just take me back four yearsMy summer can’t begin until I’ve seen you
My year can’t move on until I’ve held you
My winter gets colder when you’re not in it
My life’s a little more dull when you’re not a part of it
I went to try and re-write this one today and thought “Fuck it, kinda nailed it first time” :L
– Lnc0
Gorging on the flavours of a grass reed
The tip of my hat blinding of the worlds evils
Like shirtless apes poking a ball around
While sniffing the skirts of innocent passers-by
And low end music students butcher Skinny Love
In the hopes of finding validation in their life choices
While the ladies parade the cobble catwalk
With shoestring outfits on a shoestring budget
I live for them milliseconds chances
Where the ends of our arm hairs collide
If just for a fraction, while we try and get comfortable
It’s the perfect catalyst for the event
Where the gravity between us grows more intense
A mysterious phenomenon that we can’t explain
I better hold onto your hand dear
Before you float away from us, into the stars unknown
Conversations flow like butter
Our limbs tangle like taffy
Subjects slide away like grease
Smiles behind fringes like sugar
Top it off with caricature descriptions
Slathered head to toe with syrup
Barraged by thoughts of tracing fridge magnet drawings on your side
Whilst you stand just outside of my bedroom window
Your silhouette contrasting with the collapse of the day time
Like a monument erected behind a cathedral stain window
Trying to keep away from miles away, my current Everest
There’s nothing I can do, I have to abandon my cool, and gush to you
With my limbs and tongue infused with velocity
I offer refuge from the English weathers tantrum
We could widdle away the hours trying to find the moles on our arms
Playing thumb wars, I spy and analyse the dye in our eyes
Because if you ask me there’s an art in wasting time
With the most immaculate company a boy could hope to find
~Dedicated To Esme~
Under the constant gaze of those who provide asylum
She could never even leave a shred of evidence
Of the werelass she becomes underneath the full sun’s gaze
The sleeves come apart, the trousers rip at the seams
As she howls at the sky, as if the scare away the night
She fully intends to take them up on there offers
As she dips her fingertips and palms in the paint
She doesn’t intend to leave without making her mark known
Leaving the states of the vicarious older boys
Like an skip nesting outside of a vacant council estate
They’re free to take anything inside, now she’s hit the road
Oh yes she’s dynamite
Shooting the sun’s glare the brightest smile
With the eyes of ego, pried open by the audience’s cheer
She spots the horizons the self tried so hard to hide
She see’s there’s so much to analyse and more to learn
See’s there’s a plethora of hosts to act as her avatar
She sits on the pavement with blue eyes
And draws profiles with hustled patio chalk
She lays on the soil with green shirt
And spots constelations contrasting with the void
They slink home after they escape the virgins gaze
Hoisting their collars sky high to mask the war wounds
Reeling from agony the second their backs hit the shower
Oh yes she’s dynamite
Shooting the dimples in the ceiling the brightest smile
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…
Now I’m willing to accept the idea
Of viewing skin cells and eyelashes
From a 100,000 x zoom in would deter some
But it’s a hell of a view for me
And there’s nothing I’d rather see
While laying on this turf
Under the watchful eye of the summer sun
As we lay you ask me if you wanna
Travel the scene for some sugary treats
I’ll be honest love, if I ate one little bit
My stomach would explode from the nerves
Lets just lay here a little longer
Besides there’s only one thing I can think off
That I’d want to have a taste of right now
So let me get a better view of them eyes
And lets just….
Yeah lets just…
Oh it isn’t a point of time you see
Or a location of the planet around the sun
It’s when the air itself begins to sway
And the grass itself begins to beam
Their’s pheromones in the air
Their’s hormones in the air
Oh the time has come again
When the men come to showcase
Hours of toiling in the winters gym
Over the beautiful game
When the music students gather
To break what little ice remains
With their hunks of wood
Oh the time has come again
When the ice creams at it’s ripest
And the beer’s at it’s coldest
And the coast is a at it’s nicest
When the ladies come out of woolly cocoons
With 3 inches of string cover the south
Oh what a glorious time to be alive
Oh the time has come again
I still feel the tops of the grass blades
Tickling the back of my calves
As we discuss in motion the very foundations
That make our reactionary impulses
Stick our fingernails inside of the unsaid
And analyse the stains
Most wouldn’t of gotten their hands of their pockets
And I’m glad, I couldn’t wait for them to shut up
We follow the dyes with our fingers on the bathroom tiles
And we spot all the faces in the swirls
I can’t stand it when they look with vacant stares
What will it take for them to come alive?
I know all we need to spend a lifetime
In a empty room with the walls a perfect white
Is just a bouncy ball from the 20 pence machine
And we’d strave off insanity for years
It all starts with a question, asked so innocently enough
It’s hard to be honest, ‘We’re doing fine I guess’
A family ocasion, as if to postpone my lifetime
But it doesn’t work, it makes it worse
Another meal for 50 for 15, on a summers after
From the old stories, to the awkward catch ups
Nods for the outsiders, Hugs to those in the loop
Don’t worry about it, I’m doing fine
It all kicks off with a story, ‘Was she, Is she, Does she?’
All to keen to voice a view, Gathered like jackels
She’s quiet in the corner, nestling her Bacardi coke
I didn’t come to see a mauling, it makes it worse
After a meal for 50 for 15, on a summers eve
From the recycled jokes, to the awkward goodbyes
Nods for the outsiders, Hugs for those in the loop
Don’t ask me again, I sware I’m fine
Overstaying my exit to understate the moment
Drunken ideals and sobering jokes, A new boyfriend and a old flame
More cake then conman sense
A witch-hunt for the wounds, That solidifies the myths
All I can do is mull into myself, all I can think about is myself
I’m stuck thinking of myself, I’m stuck with myself
While i’m stuck in this frame that never ends
I can’t take it anymore, Not anymore!
Oh it starts with a feeling! From the pit of my gut!
You want me to be honest? I just want to fucking die!
I already know what you want to ask, what you want to hear
I just wanna, go home
But no I’m stuck here, in the dead of night
Holding back the flood, with selected brands of sugar
The distraction of charades, can only last so long
Of course i’m not fine, lets go
Oh it starts with the alarm, in the next morning
I can’t live this way any longer…
As if on cue, the second the sun hits the earth
The barricades collapses and the messages begin
I think it’s time to dip into the life savings
And think about showing my face around your town again
As much as I’ve dearly missed, hearing the little cracks in your voice
There was no way to open communication, at any other time of the year
Education you see, she is a cruel mistress
She yanked the chain around your neck, whenever you came near
With such little time you’d never slink under your fella’s radar
But all that fades from the grey matter
The second I step off that train
With that grin of yours greeting me
Then it becomes clear
That summer has only just started
You start to lose track of the days, after the third night of haze
Waking up on the floor, With your head resting on someone’s door
But the back pains are worth it in the end
When you open your eyes with your head nested in my chest
I would’ve emptied my bank account and paid, just to live in this moment till my grave
With fingers travelling through your hair, I kiss your head as we move to the chairs
I know I couldn’t be the only one during them late Friday nights
Perched on the edge of my bed watching the calendar for this day
How can this feeling ever be considered wrong?
Spread on fields of green in each other’s arms
Come here, I’ll make you forget all about him
If you just take me back four years
My summer can’t begin until I’ve seen you
My year can’t move on until I’ve held you
My winter gets colder when you’re not in it
My life’s a little more dull when you’re not a part of it
Domestic Poetry 