Zephyr blows hard
as the jellyfish pour from the sky
in a northerly direction
Illuminating the night
the world has become
Bioluminescent
Author: Matt
Basket case
She said I’m a basket case
Well, what is a basket case anyway?
Carry me in a basket!
It’s better than a casket!
He says I’m deranged
Reality and I were never married
so we’re not exactly estranged
And I’ve heard reality
Is stranger than fiction
So what do I care anyway?
© 2016
she’s so gigantic she eats the world and all the lights
Gorillas abysmal creations.
I draw a happy face
In my breath
Pretend until it fades
It’s my friend
His face lights up
In flashes as we go by
It’s like he’s winking
And only we know why
And next to him I draw a dog
We call him Axel
Because that’s just our style
He wears a neckerchief
Cuz he’s a cowdog in cowboy boots
He’s mysterious and he has all the best moves
I draw a stick rendition of diplodocus
We call her Dippy
She is big and can reach up to the sky
She moves clouds so the rain don’t fall from my eyes
And she’s so gigantic she eats the world and all the lights
Till all is dark
But smiley, Axel, Dippy and I
Don’t really seem to mind
Because in the dark
We remake all the greatest cowboy films
Behind our eyes.
If anyone can draw feel free to draw a gigantic Diplodocus send it here
Letting go….
Letting feelings
come and go
as they please
no fighting
just, sitting
listening
turmoil, turbulence
even so, I’m tethered to existence
if I just let the feelings flow
maybe they’ll just…. go?
Beauty & the beast
For all I’ve done
I see the monster I’ve become
And in the speed of light
I’m struck dumb
Nowhere to go
Just a beast
In human clothes
The scales upon my back
Sharpened anticipating attack
Claws dig down
Finding roots to cling to
As I froth at the mouth
Taking a bite from rotten apples
Maggots abound
Eyes black shielding a soul behind
But there’s an ocean inside
Trying to figure out
What it is to be human
I observe them all
And even I
Always fall in love with someone
I shroud my face
And take a dagger to my heart
In beauty I have no place
So I’ll stand apart
© SilverbackGorilla Poetry.
2015
A meeting inside my head: “Your writing is shit.”
I had a meeting with myself
“Your works not up to scratch.”
I said, a nod of agreement from everyone else not in the room
Ensued
“Quite frankly, you just don’t have what it takes.”
I sighed and took the criticism, felt an urge to apologise
But I carried on with myself, “You can’t cut the mustard, all in agreement with your leaving your writing at the door, put your hand up.”
I raised my hand, including myself
“There we have it. Meeting adjourned,” I look at my watch, “At 17:05.”
Mass delusions.
Oh, save my soul
From supposed blessed hymns
So full of much delusion
I can’t bear this omnipresent illusion
It’s all so full of shit
Everyone looks delirious
In this oppressive house of ‘sin.’
Where they rejoice in a ‘saviour.’
Not fit to be a king
And so my enemy, in the end, is the same
I wouldn’t wish the human condition upon my worst enemy, but alas I have it and so do they.
So my enemy, in the end, is the same.
And that is what hurts the most.
Fermenting
She’s the apple of my eye
And that’s why
She’s fermenting in front of my eyes
Now it’s going to my head
I couldn’t put needle to thread
To sew my lips sealed shut
And there is no gravity for broken hearts
They never really land
Because there was never any start
It just goes down and down and down
and down
And down
and
down
and
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Weirdo
I breathe my name on Windows
Smearing love hearts
for lonely widows
They think they’re messages from god
because they don’t see me
branded into obscurity
I’m the local weirdo
Not a fucking hero!
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