I’m tired of life again. Or I’m tired of me. I feel a darkness surround me. Enveloping me. I don’t actively want to die, I just have a sense of hoping I might. It’s not the world is bad and people are bad or other such nonsense. It’s that I’m painfully indifferent to life. I don’t care if the sun is shining, or if something is just ‘wonderful’ I don’t care if it’s shit, or who is evil or who is not evil. I just don’t care because life is just a bleak blanket of useless nothing.
Author: Matt
Twisted love
I’m a silverback gorilla. I wrote a poem about sex, see look.
Your kiss like a blade upon my skin
Naked before you, you delve deeper into my wounds
I don’t know if this is love or hate
But I can’t seem to walk away
I know I should run
But your eyes cut me down to size
I’m not big enough to take the road
I’m just a scared boy inside
Waging a war behind elusive eyes
And your ice cold kiss lays me down for the night
In my ice cold tomb where a soldier lost his fight
And your finger tips like knives
Cut across my skin
Full of sex and full of life
And your ice blue eyes are the only thing keeping me cold at night
This frost is a lesson learnt
And upon a body of curves I trace your skin
Like it’s a map of life
We hold on tight, waiting, hoping, wanting
For a…
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Betrayed
Hi, I’m a gorilla who writes poetry. That makes me a unique gorilla, for this reason you should probably read my poetry.
Naked before you
I stand betrayed
You kneel as if to pray
And your lips pucker
As you tread a fine line
Teasing, pleasing
Wanting forgiveness
You swallow
Your pride
And you take it in
Let it seep down
And I know
You’ll betray my trust again
But that only makes this easier
Worlds apart
I stand estranged
You smoke me like a cigarette
This will be a night we’ll regret
But for now we don’t care
It’s all we get
In the moment
We’re trying to reconnect
Nothing matters
Trying to hold on to the fragments
Tears fall to your hair
From my face
But I don’t care
My heart feels something
With every beat
But I know our love
Will not be
And when you look up
Back at me
See my tears you come up to my face
And you wipe them away
It’s all I ever…
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These broken parts
These broken parts
Frayed hearts
I feel it all
Take it as my own
Rocking like a child
On a rocking horse
Trying to ease everyone’s bleeding wounds
Upon my flesh
Lash after lash
A scar to seal what’s passed
Wondering which will be the last
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 September
To be missed
I won’t say a word
Of what passed
Our lips
A secret kiss
Between
The cracks
In the foundations
Of the walls we built
To go AWOL, to go amiss
Only to find we were not missed
Trying to be lonesome wholesome
Putting bitter in our twist
Trying to become misplaced
Only to find it was too late
We’d already been mislaid
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 September
unrequited love
My love has no potential
Trapped in my heart
Only the sky and I
Strictly confidential
Loving you from afar
I love you
It hurts
Take my breath away
Let me die in your arms
Dowse me in your scent
Unburden me
From this torment
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 Sept
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Destroyed
Suspended aspirations
tearing at the smiles foundations
trying to rid oneself of expectations
lest it all fall through to more desolation
Left floating in between, wasted
slowly becoming weightless
Detached, faceless
donning masks while being annihilated
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August
On contrast & depression
If you wish to feel comfortable, you should first seek discomfort.
If at all it could be said that there is a key to life, it is on simple thing: Contrast.
Contrast is the only way we can have good things, so we must endure the bad.
But what is most painful about depression is not the contrast between your worst and best days, it’s the indifference that is torturous. A prolonged indifference that can go on for days, weeks, months and even years. Or rather it is an indifference to the good things, the silver linings, the comforts. A sense of pointlessness overwhelming the senses.
Contrast is like oxygen to a stable ‘happy’ mind. But what if your brain just isn’t responding to that oxygen? What if, for prolonged periods of time the only contrast you have are in the different hues of bleak dreary, blacks and greys?
Yes it’s true that even bouts of depression don’t last forever, but it feels like forever. And they bouts last long past their due.
Dysania
The sun rises
And I’ve had a night of it
Turning the sheets
the way of turmoil
feeling beat
And I won’t rise again
Feeling the sun rays penetrate
the gaps between the blinds and the sill
and I lay still
waiting…
Waiting with time I don’t even want to kill
hoping I can win out
Against natural urges
just lay here alone, hidden
No one hear a word or a breath
Just lay here trying to be dead
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August
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