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

Just Four Words

I feel like anything I’ve claimed to have cherished
Is slowly sieving through my fingers like sand
Their’s no place to call my home
Their’s no person to call my own
Laying on a loaned mattress in a loaned domain
I feel like the batteries aren’t included now more then ever
I have no idea what was going through my mind
When I picked up the only thing keeping our door ajar
And against any intelligent thinking
Send you a message of just four words

Just four little words to let you know
You still come into my thoughts every now and then

What a massage to a broken ego our time was
In the company of those who would call me worthless
You let me know my words captivated your heart
In the company of those who would call me incapable
You made me feel like I could be a real man
In the company of those who would call me detestable
You grabbed me from the public eye so I could be all yours
Just four words to tell you how much that meant to me

Just four little words to let you know
How much I could use your company right now

When you get my little fortune in your cookie
What exactly will happen?
Will you drop the ban you’ve placed on yourself
And get the first method of transport to my house
Knock on the door exactly three times
And lay your arms around me in an embrace
Tell me you never meant anything by it
And that you want to make up for lost time

But probably not
And the guarantee we’ll never cross paths ever again
Will only grow stronger like a gaping chasm
Now I’ve sent you those four little words

Just four little words to let you know
I’m still thinking about you
Just four little words
I really miss you

*Written For National Poetry Month – 27/30*

Be Infatuated (W.I.P)

My common sense is running on its reserves
And my sense of logic has fallen prey to hypothesis
Gleaming duo’s and content herds that gladly tickle the gland
Inn my head that duplicates envy at an alarming rate
Madam I couldn’t explain how I’m currently standing on my two feet
I’m flat out of assurance, every drop spent i’m all empty now

I have no right, but if I can ask for a favour?
Be Greedy, Be Demanding, Be Infatuated

I’m gagging for a carefully constructed sentence or two
Thrown my way out of the Cerulean after a period of radio silence
You can excaudate and inflate a fleeting thrill
Turn compliments into a 4 paragraph analysis
Just a little something to make me feel whole
Give me a delusion that I’m necessary to you again

I have no right, but if I can ask for a favour?
Be Needy, Be Clingy, Be Infatuated

I can’t help but fantasize about you laying spread upon your spread
Staring at the ceiling with your legs crossed
Craving the chance to get into my head at the best
Craving me to stop the eruption at the worst
I’m not a fussy man, I’ll take any request you demand of me
Anything to know you were thinking of me, voluntarily

I have no right, but if I can ask for a favour?
Be hungry, Be starved, Be Infatuated